My first of three weeks in Texas (with Karen’s family) was largely devoted to researching generosity in large cities (online and in texts), and some of the next two will be as well. That is, when we’re not swimming, eating fried catfish, napping, or looking for deer bones in the woods behind Memaw and Granddaddy’s house.
Yet when we see them sleeping at night—when we stoop over them in the dark and gaze: their relaxed facial muscles, their eyelashes and, yes, their closed mouths—our children look not so much human as they do angelic. As a father of three sons, were I to act on the occasional blind anger these boys provoke, I’d be a monster. Restraining myself, however, and loving them instead of my ego, I become a little more God-like.
‘The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise [in bringing about the day of judgment], as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.’ (2 Pet 3:9)