Love At This Age
His eyes, open wide and full of fear, seemed to be asking me, “Am I going to be all right?” My eyes, needing to reassure him—who was I kidding? Needing to reassure us both — my eyes replied, “All is well, Dad. All is well.” When did I achieve sufficient spiritual maturity to minister to my own father? It did not happen all at once. I remember times I suffered when he suffered, like the time a few years back when I received a phone call from my brother telling me Dad was hospi
