This past Wednesday, my 9-year-old and I quickly walked up the stairs at church. Late as usual, we were rushing between faith formation hour and worship. I could hear the music begin to play, when my son stopped me. He looked at me with those dark brown eyes, and I knew he was fighting back tears. He began to tell me about what had happened with another child in his class.
Here is how it went down, as I scribed for my son later that night… Continue reading