Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long.
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
All parents are an embarrassment to their kids. Often, grandparents are the relief. Kids don't have to resist you.
The American way is to not need help, but to help.