when i wore these among a group of friends, i was told i looked like my dad.
maybe not the look i was trying to achieve (looking like a today-60 year old man), but there is another way i think of it (of course).
the glasses through which my dad looks at the world are strong. they are rosy until injustice is noticed, then they are crystal clear. there is a passion that he lives with that gets things done. he is honored in his neighborhood, called “pastor” or “coach” or “papa” by the many (often fatherless) young people walking by. he is appreciated, celebrated, and loved…the way it should be.
my prayer for you…take off your glasses and have a moment of rest.
I draw prayer round me like a dark protective wall, withdraw inside it as one might into a convent cell and then step outside again, calmer and stronger and more collected again.
An Interrupted Life
happy birthday dad. we love you.