my dad, with his first child (my brother)
After hours of surgery yesterday, the doctors removed the entire tumor from my dad's brain and determined it wasn't cancerous. The tumor was outside the brain, which was why they could remove it completely. My dad's in recovery now, surrounded by his brothers and sisters, all of his family, and church members he's known throughout his life. I wish I could be with him but I'm happy to know he's ok.
There's a passage in the Bible that reminds me of my father:
As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"
"Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said Jesus, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life. John 9:1-3
I'd like to say that faith is an easy thing to know and grasp, and that anyone can use their logic and intellect to come to a knowledge of God. But, as the daughter, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter of a preacher I see instead that the path to faith is very odd, wobbly, dark, and often uninspiring. Because of that, because one's knowledge and intellect are rarely a great help in understanding God, I think God speaks to us in all the events of our life - in what we understand to be miracles and tragedies. I don't think of myself as a holy person in the least, and my dad, although we love him, is a human being and has his imperfections. But the life of my father has always taught me things about God. The life of my father has always instructed me to have faith. To me, he was the most important kind of preacher, because his life was his teaching.
I don't mean to offend anyone who doesn't believe in God - I just wanted to speak from my own experience. And I'm grateful for my dad, my family, and all the support and words of kindness you guys have given me. Thank you so much!
my family, circa 1965