Spencer considered. He could accept his gay son’s donation and endure shame forever. Or uphold his faith—and die as he lived.
He had lived his days arguing, demeaning, and devaluing anyone who challenged his belief. He was the nasty old man everyone avoided.
He hadn’t lived much, though.
As the gates of his heart valves opened to accept blood from the son he’d condemned sinner, Spencer imagined his fellas’ reaction.
“Lord’s gates would close on you!”
But Spencer no longer cared. Despite everything he had done, his son had forgiven him, and Spencer had seen nothing more god like.