"Texas, our Texas, all hail the mighty state."
Snapped this as I was leaving church today. Our chapel, out in the boonies, is adjacent to these fields and I'm constantly amazed at their rapid growth. One day spring green sprouts through the dirt and, seemingly, the next golden stalks gently sway and clatter in the warm summer wind.
As it's Father's Day there are a few things I've been mulling of late. With the rising statistics of society's fatherless children some are unwisely and illogically concluding that men/fathers are the root of life's ills and, in large part, unnecessary to the familial structure. Rather than assigning unintelligent singular blame I opt for the camp of personal responsibility. Call me crazy.
Compare fatherlessness to being born without use of the entire left side of the body for example. Only one arm, one leg, half the senses, half the organs, half the vital systems. I'm not a doctor (but I play one on TV) but I hardly think that a successful recipe for a viable human being. Naturally the body is miraculous as it learns to compensate for some shortcomings by employing other less conventional skills. Habits soon form and, before you know it, you're limping along doing the best with the hand you've been dealt, and pressing forward.
Life around you proves you are different. Not like everyone else. So many whole-looking people out there running so much faster and further than you could ever imagine. Still you limp one foot in front of the other with steady and sure determination. When questioned how you feel about your obvious disabilities you assert with candor that it's all you've ever known. Thankfully it's difficult to mourn a ghost.