Eighty-year-old David Bartlett, Sr, had gotten into another spat, again, with his 46-year-old son David Bartlett, Jr., about driving at night. The Junior said the Senior ought to stay off the roads after dark. The Senior said it was a quiet Christmas Eve, there’d be very little traffic, and, besides, the church was right down the road. The Senior wanted to know, What could that possibly hurt?
“Plenty,” said David Bartlett the Junior, “if you broadside a minivan.”
I was born and raised in the sight of water in Hampton, Virginia. I was baptized and nurtured in the Presbyterian church. There was never a time when weekly worship attendance, the giving of ...