I come from an amazing family. As in any family, our legacy has in its coffers a myriad of talents, ambitions, hope and dreams... My family offers such fulfilled dreams as preachers, teachers, chefs, business owners, artists, musicians, farmers, politicians, university chancellors, nurses, secretaries, and, the most important...mommies and daddies.
I say those are the most important because as parents we are given the charge of birthing, nurturing, guiding, correcting, teaching, protecting and loving our children, in the hopes they will turn into well-balanced, productive, caring members of society. Christian parents especially must teach their children well. In this day of political correctness, when we are often referred to as the "haters", we walk a fine line.
I especially felt this when my lovely son was growing up because his dad died from an AIDS-related illness back in the day when AIDS was still the "white man's plague". People made fun of him and called him all kinds of homophobic names, giving us cause to indeed turn into haters. What we did, however, was quite different.
Desiring my son to grow up with a healthy self-image, knowing that we have been called to love those who don't love us, I chose to take the hate from ignorance that was thrown in our direction and put it to good use. I dealt with it on a personal level in an effort to know exactly what it felt like for others when it happened to them. While my basic beliefs stayed the same, I began to speak on behalf of AIDS victims and their families...gay, straight, black, white or indifferent.
The legacy I leave for my son was important for me. I wanted him to grow into a man who loves others just because they are people. Love them....be Jesus with skin on...and Jesus will take care of the rest.
In a few short weeks my first novel will be published. Although fictional, it bears much of my philosophy. Though difficult to write...it is my legacy. Love through pain.