Who will cast the first stone?

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Who will cast the first stone?

My father was far from perfect and all too human for this realm. Now I see what he was missing, what we were forgetting, and what we’ve ALL been needing in our lives:

Intimate Connection:
Connection to God.
Connection to his mission.
Connection to anOther.

Can you see yourself in his struggles?
Can you see yourself in his addictions?
Can you see yourself as that child dreaming of a different path in life than the one you ended up living?

From my father I learned to be human.
Not an image of perfection.
Or a front of hubris.
But human.

From my father I learned to be human.
No better nor worse than my brother.
No judging nor comparisons to my sister.
Because my purpose for being alive is cemented and cannot be altered by anyone’s hand but my own.

Father I thank you for your presence.
We thank you for your lessons.
Because of you I have dropped these stones and found my mission.

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