Not long ago, one morning I woke up and picked up my restless, four-month old baby boy. He was done sleeping, and by implication, so was I. My wife had also just gotten up, and she was getting ready to face the world. I think this happened over a weekend, so neither of us was in a great hurry.
I was in a humorous mood, so within earshot of my wife I decided to playfully share the rules of being part of our family with my baby boy. Rules that he would have to keep for us to accept him into our home and lives… Obey them and be welcome, disobey and you’ll be kicked out.
I was joking, obviously. Having such rules for a baby would be totally absurd. When we receive a new-born from God, we accept him/her without any conditions. We adjust our lives to accommodate him/her and make huge sacrifices to assure his/her well-being and comfort. [click to continue…]
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