we’re sitting at the dinner table, his food untouched and him asking “down,” our two-year-old son, and we haven’t read the Bible yet.
he wants down from the table and we haven’t read the Bible yet but no amount of forcing him to sit on a hard wooden chair is going to make him believe, and so we let him down. we let him down to play while we read the story anyway, the story about Jesus, and all i can hope is that the beauty reaches him down where he’s playing on the hardwood floor.
for the rest of this post, won’t you visit my friend david’s place, here? ((thank you! and happy canadian thanksgiving!))