
I thought of this parable from Luke today because I think it aptly describes how my dad has planted many small seeds of vision and faith that have grown, with time, into havens of rest for many sojourners. Some of these travelers have found their way to our home with swinging doors; and others, who are down and out and desperate, have been blessed to find their way to his criminal defense office. In either case, I truly believe that many people have found a unique combination of correction and restoration in the shade of a tree that my dad has planted in faith.