Walking in Fields of Grace

"How's we get on this subject anyway?" "Well honey," said mother looking at Adam. "I don't think encouraging your brother and sister to question adults is the proper take on your professor's comments." "Honestly, Mom! Mr. Cuppett was quite strong on that point. He said adults tell children lies everyday and that's why morals are eroding so sharply." "Lies?!" She repeated, her voice ascending towards a fever pitch. "Lies", he said, "Such as there is a God, or a hell, or an angel, or the Bible is true, or.., I mean, you get the picture." "Well, honey, they aren't lies. They're just..." "We;;, you don't believe me them, right?" Pause. "Well, we believe some of them." "Like what???" This time Adam looked from parent to parent with a blank stare. A sudden gust of wind, this one longer and louder than the rest. Pausing for a moment, turning for support, she looked to Bill, whose anguished grimace made it clear talk about religion was through today at this table. After all, he didn't have an answer and even for the sake of his child did not want to address any misgivings, an y breaks in understanding he or the other family members bad. As far as he was concerned, religion, God, was taboo too big for his mind. His job, Martha's job, was to raise the family, taking care of them the best they knew how with all their hearts. god was fine for raising crops, taking care of the weather, old folks. When he moved into the house, He was not welcome. But not he didn't want to say that before the children! I mean, God was sort of kin to Santa Claus. No good parent takes Santa from his kid!