What we have seen and heard
we proclaim now to you.
1 John 1:4
On the third day of Christmas, I always think of my dad. Today is his birthday, and I hope he is celebrating with great gusto. My dad passed away at age 39. He has celebrated far more birthdays in the afterlife than he celebrated here. When I was a little girl, I thought that my dad was shortchanged a bit. I asked him if he minded that his birthday fell two days after Christmas. Good man that he is, Daddy replied that this was okay. He felt that Christmas was a very good day which led into his own very, very good day. Because my grandparents had little money, I am quite certain that my dad did not receive many gifts on either day. Still, he shared his memories with a smile big enough to convince this daughter that his childhood Christmases and birthdays were just fine.
My dad shared a good deal of his wisdom with me, almost always with a smile.
Generous God, thank you for sharing so many amazing souls with me. My dad is among the best of those who have passed your teaching on to me with great competence and with great love.
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