Jesus vs. Meanness

On being like Jesus

Somewhere around 20 years ago, my oldest son, himself about 20, met me at Schlotsky’s, a deli near our house. He spoke to me honestly about his concern for his recently born little brother. “Dad,” he said, “be gentle with him.” Seth’s own upbringing had not been marked by gentleness, something I regret with every bone in my body. He wanted his little br…