Well I tried to call my son Jonathan last night and his mother answered. When I asked her if he was there she said “no” and hung up.
So I tried again just a few minutes ago. He answered the phone and I said to him “Merry Christmas!”. He asked who I was, and I replied “This is your dad.” His response was “That’s nice, goodbye” and hung up. His hatred for me is still present in his voice. And yet I still pray for him, that one day he’ll move past it.
Well…[sigh]...at least I tried.