Practice What You Preach, Dad.

By Lee A. Zito
My father is going to become a deacon in the catholic church and for what? He does not know God. He does not know Jesus. He does not know the Holy Spirit. All he knows is chicken soup for the soul stories and their tender endings that entail "And the little boy with one leg found his lost dog and knew Jesus had answered his prayer."
My father does not know understanding. When it comes to disciplining my sisters and I he resorts to stupidity. For example, my sisters get into an argument while he is painting the walls for my annoying holier-than-thou mother and how does…