God’s Children

On September 27, 1984, my wife and I thought we were the parents of a normal infant boy. By the afternoon of the following day, our normal child was gone, gone forever, and we found ourselves the parents of a baby with cerebral palsy. With dizzying and baffling swiftness, our lives were changed, radically, permanently. It was as if the Lord had said to me, “Fool, this night thy son shall be required of thee.” Indeed, regarding my son, my first born, I had played the Rich Fool. How often in the...