Gospel

The new school year has begun. It’s chilly and rainy. Our daughters’ tennis and cross country meets are postponed due to the weather. I can’t avoid it any longer: Autumn has arrived. Even the leaves are turning a traitorous red.

My husband and I raised a son who was (and still is) high on the intelligence scale. He was asking deep questions from a young age. I think he would wake up in this deep frame of mind, because he often seemed to ask these kinds of questions while I was trying to get him, his sister, and myself ready on a work-day morning.