Uncontainable Faith
One evening, when my son, Dreyson, was in grade school, I arrived home from work just in time to tuck his sister and him into bed. I pulled out a sports devotional and began to read it when he stopped me. "Dad, I need to tell you something," he said a bit reluctantly. "I got called to the principal's office today at school." Dreyson certainly had my attention. I tried to remain calm on the outside without fully revealing my shock on the inside. Now, being called to the principal's office was the norm for me when I was a kid. In fact, people called me "Dwight the Fright" because I got into so much trouble as a kid. But a trip to the principal's office was totally out of character for my compliant, respectful, well-mannered son. Trying to appear as cool and composed as possible, I commented in my best psychologist voice, "Tell me about it, Son." "Dad, she asked what you do for a living, and I told her yo are a...