Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there was a man named Dad. Now Dad was quite the guy, known not only by his ability to scrub the deck, but also by his uncanny ability to do what no man in his right mind would do. Or even consider doing. It was this ability that led him to battle the fierce sea in his younger years in the navy, and later to battle the fierce forests. Many thought that when he married the fair maiden, named Mom, Dad would then settle down and forsake his life of mind-boggling feats; but alas, this was not the case. In the years to follow, Dad's reputation for being a man of ability grew more and more, especially among his children. His kids would later recall the many early mornings trudging through the snow, through any and all sticker bushes, trying to keep up with the man who was resolved to reach his goal: the storied and mystical Most Beautiful Meadow. Any ridge and animal which got in his way could not stand against such steeled resolve, only to spring up and attack his children, who were often tracking about a mile behind. These poor children often fell prey to their father's unwavering resolve, whether it was in a game of Scrabble (where "nondenominationalism" is still the longest word ever recorded) or a game of Lightning, where the tears of defeat seemed unending. Get to the Pillow, Spoons, all seemed pointless and for not as they again and again were beaten. And tickled... (shudder shudder) And this was not all. From the pulpit to the home this man showed faithful, unwavering resolve to preach the Word of God faithfully to the congregation and to his wife and twelve children. This man was often seen as, by the grace of the God that he served with resolve, a spiritual tower of strength, strengthening those who were nearby and becoming the hero of onlookers. This man was indeed faithful to the ministry of family and Church year after year amidst trials and attacks, and that is what few men would do!
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