As I got older, I began to love my dad and his tribal marks. I loved him holistically. I grew up to draw from his wealth of wisdom and character that I was so proud to be his son.
Christians believe they bear a tribal mark. You might not see it, but you can sometimes tell by the way they are. I, as one who bears the mark, have not always lived according to the code of conduct of my tribe, but I am reassured that even though I get it wrong sometimes, our tribe leader loves me, and he doesn’t hold it against me. Even though I might want to deny the Christian tribe, I know the tribe will never deny me.