How Faith Saved the Atheist or how to handle the pressure of 'death with dignity'.
On Father's Day, we packed my father's hospital room: his wife, daughters, grandchildren, each of us regaling him with our successes large and small.
"Life's not so bad, after all," the atheist said. I wanted to go back to ICU, find Dr. Death, drag her to my father's room and say: "This is the life you wanted to end." But if I'm really to be a person of faith, I'll have to tackle forgiveness.
Posted by Jill Fallon at July 21, 2006 2:42 PM | TrackBack | Permalink