The Father’s Chair
On the muted TV behind the counter, the father was the punchline again. Jeremiah looked away and whispered, “Lord, help me not get numb to what’s being done to the idea of fatherhood.”
On the muted TV behind the counter, the father was the punchline again. Jeremiah looked away and whispered, “Lord, help me not get numb to what’s being done to the idea of fatherhood.”
Late afternoon settled softly over The Shepherds Cafe, and the stained-glass windows did what they always did when the sun hit them just right: they threw calm, colorful shapes across the hardwood floor like God was quietly reminding the room that light can be gentle and still be strong.