To understand my addiction You have to know the Back-story.
I was born in the dead of Winter. Wednesday's child... Full of woe. I was a preemie. Mom fell on her stomach while On a chair trying to change a Lightbulb. As unpreposessing A child as ever was born...
I won't go into my childhood Difficulties too much, as they Might prompt your judgment Upon my parents. They were Not really at fault. They did The best they could based Upon *their childhoods and Limitations....
Mom was sick. A great deal. The victim of Horrific migraine headaches And an undiagnosed (therefore Untreated) bi-polar condition. She had aspirations of being an Actor. She really should never Have had three children. She Simply couldn't handle it. I was Born only 16 months after her Firstborn, my sister Chris. This Definitely didn't help matters. Then, because my little brother Mark was born just as her Acting career took off, she had Much less time for my sister And I. She had a newborn, a Career, a husband and Postpartum depression. Chris And I (and eventually Mark) Were neglected. Not really Mom's fault. It was what It was...
Dad was a complex man. A hot-tempered stoic. A hard Worker who hated manual Labor. A war hero who also Became a runner (he would Become a severe Alcoholic - an addiction he eventually overcame). A generous miser. A cultured plebian. A spiritually minded atheist.
I don't blame him. But the Last dichotomy was our Downfall. We were disallowed from church. Went To an atheist Sunday School. We learned about all the world Religions save Christianity. Or maybe I missed THAT lesson. But as a result I had no real Moral compass to live by. My Parents tried to teach us Ethical behavior, but because Jesus and the Holy Spirit weren't A part of the equation it was Doomed to failure. One can't Simply be "moral" or "ethical". Without Jesus, we are all Rank sinners. Sorry if this Offends some of you. But it's TRUE. Jesus paid the price. Only faith in Him can make A person right with the Father. All else is vanity. My father Spent his lifetime trying to be A "good" man. He tried to Be a "good" husband. A "good" Father. But his efforts Always stymied by lack Of the essential puzzle piece....
JESUS**.
I wanted to read this afternoon, But this work kept gnawing at My concentration. Now I can Go back to reading. Thanks!