It was about 9 years ago. I was sitting in the floor of our den, surrounded by our house church family, and one little boy from our neighborhood who had started to join us, along with his even younger brother and sister. His name was Parker, and he was six years old, going on 26. Smarter and sharper and more clever than any other six-year-old I had ever met before. The first person to greet us when we had moved... Read more