Somewhere near the intersection of Grief and Gratitude is a scenic overlook where you can glance back over the terrain you have already traveled, then catch a glimpse of the journey still to come and look forward to the trip.
There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
As Father, the only authority he claims for himself is the authority of compassion. That authority comes from letting the sins of his children pierce his heart. There is no lust, greed, anger, resentment, jealousy, or vengeance in his lost children that has not caused...