My son,
   You look up to me now, and you will look up to me for as long as you can. One day you will become tired of looking up, and you will look down. You will look down and you will see me where I have always been. My faults naked as the day I was born. My status stripped clean, and my sins laid out with my arms held high. You will come to loath these faults, and myself for them. You will spit in anger, throw rocks, and curse me for being so low. I will continue to walk, under you, against your torment with love, and one day just before I break, you will see that I was only so low because I was holding you up. I will let go, and you will remain standing. We will walk again together as equals knowing that we are both only as low as our lowest moment together. One day I will fall, and you will lay my broken body down under the soil we both trod. Then you will stand, and continue to hold your son up in the same manner. All that will remain beneath you is the path upon which we both walked. The soil in which we sowed our seeds, and the rock on which we built our home. The foundation of Christ, his father, and the holy spirit. So long as you remain on that rock you will never sink below it, and the weight of who you hold up to it will never be too heavy. I will look down on you for the first time ever, but with love, and gladness from heaven, and you will look up to me again.
   This is our story.
   Amen.