My father died two years ago. And we've recently decided to sell the house that we were all born in. It seems that since the news got around, many "friends-of-your-father" have come out of the woods. The door bell keeps ringing. The door bell and I have always had a dark relationship and now the animosity grows. It bears these "friends-of-your-father".
Then it occurred to me, how can God bear it? All those people who come to Him beseeching away. Asking to be given special favors. Bells cackling away. I wonder if they also say to Him, "we're 'friends-of-your-father'".
[Resounding Hail Marys, as I write.]
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