I was recently trying to think of a good way to explain to the Pups why we can believe in a God we cannot see. For a child (and for me really), it would be much easier to believe if we could just reach out and touch God now and then. So I mentioned to them the reality of the heart inside my chest. I have never laid eyes on my heart, but I am fully confident that it is there. Beyond that, I know that my heart is working on my behalf at every moment. There are times when I know that I have heard my heart. And in the times when I am really quiet, I can feel my heart. I have never seen my heart, yet I believe that it exists. So it is with God.*
*All anaologies break down eventually. This one will break down as well if it is extended too far.
Like a toddler in a snowstorm, I am somewhat interesting and somewhat frightening to behold. I write simply because I can, but also to give my wife a break from the witty reparte. I am the proud husband to the bravest person I know (Mrs. Underdog). As the father of five tenacious, awe-inspiring children (the Pups #1-5), I am yours truly: the Underdog.
