My grandson, Elia, is someone who spends his day bathing in joy. You can never see him frowning. Were it to happen, it would be a fleeting parenthesis. His secret is not unknown to whoever knows him. His secret is love. My grandson’s relationship with his father is a story to be told. His eyes ...
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parenting in Orthodoxy
Dearer Than our Eyes
She heard the priest say in his homily about Christ Who suffered for us: “no one who is weary can tell Christ: You do not understand me”. She drew close and whispered to me: “but He had no children”! We were, on one pew, participating in the service from the nave. Sometimes, children are (a ...
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I am embarrassed about inserting myself into my lines. Yet, I beg your pardon, I cannot conceal my sorrow, even my resentment at every adult who does not preserve, as the apple of his eye, his children’s tenderness. Will any of you explain to me, if you will, what it means for a man to ...
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