November 13, 354

Monica was a young wife who had longed for the birth of their child. And now finally, on this mid-November morn, he was here—a beautiful baby boy. She held him close. His tiny feet and hands, so perfectly formed, were a wonder to her. She wept for joy that God had given her this precious, newborn son. But her tears soon turned to grief. Her little boy grew and played as all little boys might do in this city of Tagaste where they lived in North Africa, but her son did not always play so fairly...