It’s all Dr. Seuss’ fault.
Nearly two decades ago when Zach was little, I read stories to him before every nap and bedtime. Great Day for Up by Dr. Seuss was a mutual favorite and thus read maybe a hundred times or so. The book seemed harmless enough. Neither Dr. Seuss nor I could possibly have imagined the impact it would have on my son, who would grow up ever being driven upwards by the philosophy that every day is a great day for up. Apparently, the upper, the better—whether up on the Grand Teton, up on a temple in Gujarat, or up on a wall in Yemen.
“You hold me up with a firm hand.” –PSALM 18:33 (MSG)