abba

i know an old man, a confucian chinese gentleman of the first water, who expects from his middle aged sons the deference he expected when they were wet behind their ears.

i know a middle aged man, the son of such an old man, for whom the old rugged cross made a difference to the patterns of a lifetime.

i know a teen, caught up in busyness and duty, who puts aside his friends for two weekends. 

my dad's in town, and we want to spend time together.

it is a beloved privilege to know these men.