Adoro Te Devote Series: Barefoot Apologetics

It was my first time taking a boy to Mass with me. I had been seriously considering religious life at the time, and was confident that NO human being was going to stand in the way of me and a religious habit unless he be the spitting image of “John-boy Walton” himself: bare feet, book in one hand, writer’s notebook in the other...

He didn’t exist, which was good, because I was going to be a nun.

But this boy sitting next to me in the car on the way to Mass? He brought a book with him wherever he went and wrote at least one poem every single day.

Hmmm…2 points for him, I suppose.