I have bad arteries. This is not an attempt on my
part to scold my arteries—quite frankly—they don’t really listen, anyhow. This
is just describing a physical reality regarding my body.
My heart is strong, but, as my friend Greg puts it,
“I have bad plumbing.”
These are the genetic cards I have been dealt.
I have never smoked or drank. I do not have
diabetes. And yet I have the arteries of someone who must deal with the effects
of those unhelpful health factors.
I am, nevertheless, incredibly blessed because, in
spite of some unhelpful genetic realities, my parents passed along something
very important—in a sense, something more important—to me.
They passed along their love, wisdom and faith in
God.
Additionally, they passed along their living example
of graciousness, hospitality, generosity, responsibility, work ethic, kindness,
friendliness, joy and moral virtue.
So, if the question arises: Can a guy with bad
arteries still recognize that he is blessed?
The answer is: [ Excuse me while I put down these
pork chops… ] Yes, he can.
On Father’s Day I’m counting my blessings and
thinking about having a great dad and, for that matter, great parents!
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