I admit it. I am kind of hard on the Church. But I have a good reason, I promise! I Love the Church! And that is why I am hard on her. She may be misguided at times. She may cause me to hang my head occasionally. But…
About a year ago, my son discovered cell phones. Every parent experiences this at some point. We were still living in Indiana and Noah was three. I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but suddenly and with no warning at all, Noah wanted Mommy’s and Daddy’s cell phone. He finally discovered that our phones were different from his phone. His Micky Mouse cell phone just beeped a few times and gave a nice greeting from the Disney character. But Mommy’s and Daddy’s cell phones had games. If you pressed the right buttons, their cell phones would call Nana or Mama. He was hooked. If a cell phone was left unguarded, it was soon at the disposal of a three-year old.
My son loves slides. But the journey begins on the ground, looking up at the amazing opportunity that awaits him. And the only way to get from here to there is to tackle those intimidating stairs.