Faith in the Giant

Noah, offering balance to our lives, is exuberant in his Christianity. He counters Evan’s quasi-scientific condemnations with good old fashioned proofs: “I know God is real because when I pray for things they happen.”

I get a little scared and warn him away from this. I’m familiar with seeing belief as a way of getting what we hope for. I point out it’s pretty easy to run that line of hopefulness straight into a wall.

But Noah is cheerful in his faith (and happy to repudiate his brother). The family sits before dinner with hands held, ready to give thanks. Evan grumbles and growls and keeps his on his lap. Noah raises the arm of a parent on either side, and beaming toward heaven, gives loud thanks to the Lord for the meal.

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