The domestic church is like an enclosed garden; a planned space
for the cultivation, nurture and care of the family.
The present is the only chance to build our family as a domestic church.
There's a half-dead bird on the driveway," my daughter came in to tell me.
"What do you mean half-dead?" I asked.
"It is on its back with its legs up but one leg is broken. Its eyes open and close," she described.
"What shall we do about it?" I asked her. (I was going to tell her that it happens that birds get hurt and it is nature's way and that we should let nature take its course.)
"Let's put it on the grass," she replied.
(At that moment, a choice was before me: either tell her there is not much we can do about it and leave it alone, or recognize her kindness for this bird which can die on the grass instead of on the concrete.) "Let's go."