On January 15, 2007, Yah said it was time for my father to go home, and he answered the call. I rushed to the hospital and kissed him one last time before they took away his body. “Dad, I won’t let you down. I will preach the gospel, and the bowling pins you left standing in life, I’ll knock ’em all down.” Suffering—it chips away at, massages, and softens the hardest of hearts. It opens our eyes to the paper-thin barrier between us and the world to come. It clears out pettiness and prioritizes those things that matter most. It brings us down from our haughty heights. Before Dad took his last
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