When your dad comes back from a faraway land with bows and arrows and spears wrapped up in a carpet... that's cool.

When I was growing up, my dad was away a lot. He did a lot of work in crisis zones, places like Uganda or Rwanda.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

We are the archers with the bows that spring our children forward. Life does not go backward, nor does it tarry in yesterday. It is not a circle, but an arrow. It flies forward with the great express of Love.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

My dad's funny. He's laid back and a cool guy.