jack’s drawing on sunday
jack sleeps over every saturday night, and we usually drop him off before we go to church on sunday morning. he used to go to church with us, but then he decided he didn’t want to, and we can’t force him so. but yesterday he said he wanted to come with us, and he brought his sketchbook (i gave it to him for his birthday two years ago and he treasures that paper, he really does) and i gave him a pen and pencil. he drew this drawing. steve looked at it later and thought that i had drawn it. jack said he had no idea what he was drawing when he was drawing it, though after we talked about it for a while he decided that it was a grenade. i couldn’t convince him that it was a flower or even an embryo (everything is an embryo these days, doesn’t he know). he drew it so carefully and it took him so long. he scribbled inside the black areas again and again to get them very dark i thought the paper would split open. sometimes it is hard to remember that people are beautiful, but he was beautiful in church, standing up and sitting down at all the right times, mouthing along to the songs, and drawing very quietly beside me.
