Imagine, if you will, that you are a pretty good ten-year-old boy. You've been an altar server for a year or so, and you are a reasonably bright and alert kid. And yet, as with so many ten-year-old boys, there is something of a gap between what you would be capable of if your life depended on it, and what you feel like you're capable of, when lots of people are always telling you what to do and you're trying pretty hard, but you're tired, and you haven't had anything to eat for over an hour, and besides, imagine if you had rocket feet. Whoa, rocket feet. Awesome.
And then imagine that, even though you more or less understand that it's a privilege to participate in any way in the...READ MORE