My middle son — if I do say so myself– is a genius. Well, okay, I believe that all three of my young princes are geniuses.
But Adam said something recently that reaffirmed my belief. He recounted a conversation about spirituality that he had with a dorm-mate. The young man asked him, “How do you know there’s a God?”, to which my son replied, “Because when my Mom lost her job, we never missed a meal, that’s God.”