Tears streaming down my face I read the last words. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Caelah was peering into eyes, her lips already trembling in empathy. "It's just so beautiful, sweetheart. It's about Jesus."
I was so caught off guard. I hadn't even paused long enough to look at the cover. If I had, I would have noticed that the story was by Oscar Wilde, and the true meaning of the story would have made itself evident to me far sooner. Instead, I read it through purely for my children's little ears. I used my voice as a tool to make it come alive. And then, well, the story made me come alive. That light-filled presence that seems to gust through us suddenly to get our attention again.
Jesus.
Beautiful Jesus.
Beautiful Jesus.
