My father strives, every day, to live out the ideals embodied by Christ. He routinely does missionary work in prisons, going into prisons for 3-day stays to minister. He has, in the past, done missionary work in the Sudan, taking medical supplies and personnel into very dangerous areas. His church, worship, and belief are the central core to his being, and have been from the time he was a small boy. He consistently makes service to others in the name of God the central aspect of his life.
I am a questioning pagan.
How we are ALIKE is that I, like he, believe that a higher purpose is an important part of one’s life. His may differ from mine in very fundamental ways, but we both feel that having a sense of a higher authority (or a Higher Power, as defined by some systems) is important in life.
My father has never understood me, nor I him. He was benignly neglectful of me growing up, preferring my brother over me at all times, and openly relegating me to second-class status in his life. His own father was an alcoholic and morphine addict, so his “father” toolbox was limited at best. Although I do believe he did the best he could with the limited model he had, he was not supportive of me at all. But he did give me the idea that our lives are better lived with a goal in mind that includes making the world a better place.