When I was a kid I'd go to mass on Sundays and hope that this week's eucharistic hymn would be my favorite:
We remember how you loved us to your death
And still we celebrate, for you are with us here.
Our shar...
"What's that?" one of the kids asked, with big gleaming eyes.
"That's a firefly" I said, with a smile, realizing it was his first firefly-sighting.
"Why does it glow like that?"
I thought for a minute. "...