“What did you want to be when you grew up?” our small group leader asked. One by one, people offered sensible vocations. “From the time I was a boy, I wanted to be an eye doctor,” my optometrist said. “I wanted to be a preacher and pound the pulpit,” a Christian worker chuckled. The leader turned to me since I was the only one who hadn’t answered. I couldn’t recall one serious aspiration and couldn’t bring myself to admit I’d wanted to fly like Peter Pan or ride horses and catch bad guys Continue Reading