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The stranger tells me that I strongly resemble his father. Then he pulls me to the side and asks me to apologize for how often I’ve been cruel to him. He's confused. That's okay. I'm confused, too. I’m not his father but I am my sons' father, so I quickly gather lumber and build an unsteady chapel then I kneel at the ramshackle pew and beg this stranger to forgive my fatherly sins because I need my sons to forgive me, too.
I'm not a father, I am a mother, and Boy Howdy! does this ever resonate. Thank you for this.
Forgive me, child, for I have sinned.
“forgive my fatherly sins” could be the basis of a new and much needed theology