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notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK
Wednesday, August 14, 2002The Grace of God
When I was about five I was playing in the back yard.
And my father was painting the stairs leading into the house.
And my mother called me in for lunch.
And I go to the bottom of the stairs,
And my father says that we can't step on them.
And I am baffled. I mean - how are we ever going to get into the house?
I mean - this is a major crisis.
And he says, well, you know, close your eyes and I'll show you.
So I closed my eyes and he picked me up -
And he LIFTED me over the stairs, into the kitchen.
And I just turned and for a moment
My father had become God.