“Where do you think he is, spiritually?” she asks me.
We are vacationing together, and we’ve decided on fried rice, egg rolls, and stir-fried deliciousness for dinner. We sit in the restaurant, our plates half empty, the sun inching its way toward the horizon. She is asking me about my son.
No one asks these questions about my daughter.
If I’m not careful, I fall into the very same trap. I look at my daughter, a Youth Pastor at a gigantic church on the east coast, and I don’t think twice about “where her heart is.” On the other hand, Christmas Eve may be the last time my son went to church.
You’d think you could figure out a thing like this, simply by looking at a person’s life.
Please join me at (in)courage for this rest of this story. And then, come back here later this morning for a special post in the #GoingThere series!