Finding God in the Fog

Mind's Seat

I would like to tell you a story about a five year-old boy, who had dreams as wide and deep as the Sea of Galilee. He was going to grow up to change lives for the better. As he would sit under the willow tree by his house he would fantasize about a more peaceful existence away from the private hell of living with a father with manic depressive schizophrenia. For this young boy it was like living with Dr. Jekyll one moment and Mr. Hyde the next. Like Charles Dickens wrote in A Tale of Two Cities that “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times”, so that was true of his tortured life with his father.

 Yet, even in those times of deep and penetrating inner pain when tears would flow upon his pillow as he would try to go to sleep, he would…

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