This is a beautiful, touching, personal story, and thank you very much for sharing it. :)

Ah, another brainless robot for god the making. Terrific.

a very poetic & thoughtful shot...really nice :) enjoyed the story too!

interesting comment there dark ;) I dont agree with the fact that his dad makes him go to church, because I think it should be his choice when he is older, to decide what he wants to do, however, just because he goes to church, doesnt mean he is brainless ;) It just means he doesnt have a choice right now :(

Beautiful image. It provokes a lot of thought, and no doubt will raise controversy between those who "believe" and those who do not. It is sad to see that a relationship between a man and his Creator, which brings him joy and peace, also brings him condemnation. Whatever happens to our childhood innocence, as you you noticed with your son, Christian? Do we abandon it, never to return? The heart of a child is the key to peace in this life. If we could look past our own hurts, failures, and distorted perception, we could again see the beauty of life. Or perhaps it should be out of our own inadequacies that we realize that there must be something greater than ourselves. Pausing for a moment, think about the purity of your child. Most will tell you that he is naive to the wickedness of the world, and in due time his perception will change. Who are we to rob the innocent and push our pessimistic views upon him? Why do I write all of this? Because in my own childhood I was a dreamer--always thinking bigger than myself. Yet I allowed other people to deter me from my vision, and let them determine my reality. Without someone there to encourage and fuel our dreams we lose hope. I have lived on both sides of the spectrum-- the innocent (or naive as I was called) who believed in God and later became a professing atheist, denouncing God and the idea of His existence. I am grateful, however, that there is such a thing as grace, where it does not matter what I have done or said. I can be forgiven and return to the innocence of my youth. Our beliefs and the reality that we live in are a choice that each of us must make. The point of this comment is not to provoke a religious debate. I am not here to defend my faith or to try to "convert" anyone. I am simply providing the oppurtunity to reflect. What was your childhood dream? Can you remember when you had the faith to believe? What is the purpose of our every day? Where is our hope? Are all things truly possible? What do you believe in? If nothing else is noted from my comments, I would like to say to "soul scream" : Encourage your child. Never diminish his dreams or beliefs. He does not have to know the fullness of the tainted world that we live in.