Modulating Tones

With all of his school-aged children sitting around the kitchen table waiting on their mother to fill their dinner plates with food, the father commanded each child’s attention with what appeared to be an intense interrogation regarding their existence. “Who’s your God?” He firmly asked, in a strong demanding voice, as he looked around at the piece of faux-wood Formica furniture where all the kids were sitting. “Who feeds you?” He continued to inquire waiting for a response from any one of the five children. “Who clothes you?” He blurted out ignoring the look of confusion on each one of the youngster's faces. “I’m your God!" He asserted with certainty. "I'm your God," their father proclaimed after arriving home from the neighborhood tavern he frequently visited after work! The 1960s family event was still fresh in the woman’s mind as she reminisced about her childhood. Although her father had gone on to be with the Lord, she oftentimes found her...