Daddy, you were born 100 years ago today. I don’t have a photograph of you—not a digital one that I can post here. But your image is imprinted on my brain and on my heart, along with all of the goodness that you taught us, all of the goodness that you gave us during the 69 years of your journey here. At the morning service of the New Thought church where I go on Sunday mornings these days, the minister related that our celebrations are a little Baptist. Of course, I thought of you. He made a distinction, however. New Thought teaches us to embrace our original goodness—not to suffer original sin. Yin Yang, Daddy. We are more than what we are taught. Regardless of the path we walk, our instinct is to love, and that is the greatest blessing you gave to me. I know that God continues to bless you. Happy Birthday!
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