My Moses can be a fickle child. The other night he said in his singsongy, Luganda-tinged voice, "You are not my daddy." It's a funny thing to hear as an adoptive father. My response was funny too. It was a knee-jerk thing -- accidental, really -- but I dropped some theology on the boy. "You're right," I said, "I'm not your father by nature. I'm you're father by grace." Come again? It was out of my mouth before I really understood what I had said. The words came from something I had been … [Read more...]