Whose Life Is This Anyway?
I wonder, does God ever have these sorts of problems in loving His children? Five years ago more or less to the day, my son and I had our first fencing lesson together. For months, he had been begging me to fight him with the wooden toy swords we had acquired at various Renaissance Faires and I was tired of having my knuckles whacked whenever he went to parry. A student of mine had mentioned that there was a fencing club downtown and I thought, "This is it! We'll both learn to fence, and that way I won't get my knuckles rapped any more. Plus, if we like it, we will have something that both of us enjoy doing together." I had never fenced before; I'm not even sure I had ever seen anything other than staged swordfights in movies. And somehow I had even missed Madonna's fencing debut the year before in Die Another Day (2002), so I really had no idea what it would be like. [1] And yet, more or less after that first lesson, I was hooked--and so, it seemed, wa...