He charges out the door with a roar, “Dad, can I catch that pheasant?!” Door slams. Wild bird calls ensue. Moments pass. Door bursts open again. Small Son rushes upstairs and procures from his room a long stick and a piece of yarn. To make a bow, of course. To catch that pheasant! He’s dreaming again.… Read More Because No Matter What, You Should Never Stop Dreaming For God