Hodja, Daddy

A soul without a center is like a house built over a sinkhole. “How collapsed you are my soul, and how you sigh over me.” On the other hand, the soul comes alive when it is centered on God. “Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love . . . for to you I lift up my soul.” 

A friend once told me how his three-year-old son, who is now a grown man in his thirties, used to approach him when he was tired or frightened or just needed to be…