Last week on Father's Day it was my intention to post a blog dedicated to black men. On this particular holiday I am always very reflective about the role of the many great father's around the world, particularly in my community. For years this has been a bittersweet day for me. Bitter in the sense that my own father was never active in my life; but also sweet because so many other fathers blessed and seeded into my life.
One of the other things that fascinated me most about by granddaddy was his unwavering belief in supernatural events. He often shared stories about unexplainable events like finding unexpected money to pay a bill in the exact amount needed, witnessing strange incidents occurring in nature and having chance encounters with people that were possibly angels. He loved watching the news and would often read books on dianetics, spiritual writings and Christian science.
I think the most important lesson that my grandfather taught me was to look beyond what I could see in the natural world and be open to experience the vast possibilities in the universe. My grandaddy taught me to widen my horizons in thought. He taught me that God has no boundaries.