I’m starting to think God was on to something when he came up with this whole kid-raisin’ scheme. I mean, I imagine he could have made it so that we popped out of enormous eggs fully grown or matured inside a pod growing on some oversize vine. But he didn’t. He decided people would start out as babies: helpless, fragile, tyrannical little things. And that parents would start out as…well…helpless, fragile, tyrannical things, too. And together, in that mystical way that only God is clever enough to orchestrate, those two helpless, fragile, tyrannical things can work together to bring one another closer to eternal happiness. Pretty wild, right?
Lately I’ve been forcing myself to marvel at this fact (you know, to
keep my mind off the muddy paw prints in the carpet and that place where
someone broke a pen and forgot to tell me about it) and...
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