MY SON ASKED A POLICE OFFICER IF HE COULD PRAY FOR HIM—AND WHAT HAPPENED NEXT BROKE ME
It began like any normal Tuesday. My eight-year-old son Ben and I were walking back from the store—me carrying heavy bags, him skipping beside me, chatting endlessly about everything and nothing. Halfway home, we passed a police officer standing next to his cruiser, talking with someone. Ben tugged at my sleeve and asked, “Mom, can…