an irrevocable imprint

Unlike John the Baptist, I wasn’t born with an innate concept of God. From the earliest age I was taught “about” God. Subsequently, I developed a paradigm about God and a predisposition for God.

Bless my mother who encouraged us to pray to God through personal example and diligent instruction. A childhood memory, an irrevocable imprint indelibly etched in my being is the experience of casually walking into my parent’s bedroom and seeing them both kneeling on the floor humbly praying to God. Every child deserves a gift, a comparable encounter that leaves them with an inescapable impression and sudden awareness of their humanity. A souvenir to hold on to, an engraving in the soul and the reality of mortal man caught up in faith beholding the Presence and knocking on heavens door for compassionate comfort and support. In essence, parents looking to their God for help.