...and then it struck me.

So, today, on the feast of St. Edmund Campion, it suddenly struck me:

Parenting allows for all sorts of metaphors for the spiritual life.

God's just trying to get the gunk out of our eyes,
and all we can do is just lie there and scream while batting Him away.  

More thoughts like this to come, I'm sure.  

Happy December first from a growing boy!