“It’s broke, Daddy. Please, can you fix it?”
Our daughter, age four, handed me the little ceramic nick-knack, her face full of worry. It wasn’t anything of value, but to her it was priceless. As I took the broken object from her hand, I realized just how much that little brown-eyed angel relied on me. I thought to myself, She believes I can fix anything.
It has been said that a child’s conception of God is based largely on what he sees in his parents — because they’re the…