For too long, I have personally depended on rejection of faith as a substitute for faith, and as I advance into my own old age it would behoove me to shift my focus from what I don’t believe to what I do. Surely it’s time to release those bitter memories of being dragged to church by the hair. How much better with my father in the twilight of his life to seize not on what divides us, but on what we share.
