Tonight there were four candles on our table, but only one was lit. It is the first week of Advent and, if you let it, every meal can be turned to worship.
As long as we have lazy and indifferent fathers our sons will be happy to let their wives take care of things. And to take charge of things.
Our faces should brighten when we see each other. To welcome each other in this way is not just a lost art in a hurried world, but a neglected responsibility.