I have two fathers. I knew the first
one, before he passed away almost 32 years ago, as a strong man with
a gentle side who loved me. He wasn't perfect, but his lasting gift
to me was the clear line between right and wrong. There was never
any question between right and wrong and good and evil. I always knew
him as someone dedicated to the gospel and his family. When he
summoned up the courage the last few years his life to write about it
and reveal the history of his wild side growing up, it made me
respect him even more for how far he had come to love us and take
care of us.
The second father is actually my first
father; my Father in Heaven. He has always been there for me and
loves me perfectly. He shows that love for me by creating and
executing that Great Plan of Happiness, the Plan of Salvation, so
that I could come to earth and learn through my own experience the
difference between good and evil. Although I've never seen him with
my physical eyes, nonetheless I often sense the indescribable love he
has for me, usually in quiet pondering moments during my Saturday
morning temple shift or on slow lazy Sunday afternoons when I'm
blogging for the Mormon Third Eye (like I am right now). The epitome
of that love was the great Atonement of his Only Begotten Son, Jesus
Christ, that makes it possible for me to repent of my sins, endure my
sorrows, and return to his perfect presence some day.
I have a lot of work to do first. I
look forward to meeting both of my fathers some day.
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