fiction
Edward w Pritchard
More than likely your Father actually never really taught you to box preferring instead to send you out into the world to learn to defend for yourself on you own. Although there is a shared set of stories and lore about the first punch and the old round house one two that Your Father told you about sixty years ago neither of you are very professional in your boxing presentation.
When you and the old guy you hate in some ways so much finally square off to fight long after your Father is dead and gone it's not long before you realize he's just sparring, just jabbing and paring with you and he 's not himself; your Father is how he was when he was young and he won't use any of the lethal tricks they taught him when he was a soldier. He loves you so much. Meanwhile as you slug away at your Father's thin arms and young face you hurl a hundred submerged insults and slurs at him as he smiles down at you. It's then you finally realize he was just trying to take care of his family as he found it, as it was presented to him and all those old sins you have turned over in your mind a thousand times are not epic transgressions just small steps in making a living and adapting to the trepidations of life your Father went through taking care of His family.
Right in the middle of a punch at his unfamiliar face your Father will disappear. Your son will come up behind and tell you your Father who your son never met is walking in the darkness out in the light snow out along the highway on a distant Hill looking for the lug nuts to the rear wheels on his car so your Father doesn't have to buy new lugs for the car and can use the money instead for food and other things for His family.
About then you realize that if you go out there to help your Father find the lug nuts to the car he will be hanging on the cross with his arms stretched out with nails in his hands and feet, and a bloody wound in his side and his head slumping really badly to one side with his broken torso elongated un-naturally from the ordeal.
Then you have to go over to Pilate and beg for Jesus' body so you can preform the burial rites and put the situation to rest.
Which great artist will paint the Disposition painting and what will the demoralized faces look like as they remove the broken man from the Cross?
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