This is a fond memory of mine and a favorite story to tell.
We, Debra, Dearth and myself, were driving by a very large cemetery. Dearth was 3 or 4 at the time and was sitting in his car seat in the back.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look! Look! Is that a statue of Superman?”
Debbie and I both look. There, standing with arms raised above his head, was a large statue of Jesus.
Deb looked at me and I didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes son. Yes it is.”
3 months ago