All the Wild Elements
When my son was a teenager, he hated Church. We made him go anyway, even though He was so Unhappy Because we thought we knew best— sometimes Parents need to make their kids do things. But I wonder if stopping to listen more might have Opened a window. Sitting together on the porch swing, Sunday afternoon, Untethered from the rigid Fencepost of dogma, Nothing to prove or provoke, Receiving All the wild elements.
