For years the word stuck in my throat. The six letters that Jesus used so often, seemed unimaginable to me. Father. A term worse than a swear-word - a title that made my skin crawl.
For years my father hurt me. For years his words blighted my life. "I wish you'd never been born" - "You disgust me" - "I hate you" - "Why can't you do anything right?" - "Just get out of my sight". It's not what a father is supposed to say but it's what he did say. What he said most days. It's what he meant from the depths of his heart.
Soon I learned to shudder whenever I heard the word, "father". I couldn't say it. I couldn't think about it. I couldn't love it - couldn't love him.Read More