“And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me, he'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me.” So sang Harry Chapin in the 1974 hit folk song, Cat’s in the Cradle. We tend to grow to be like our parents—good or bad—whether we like it or not. How strange! How revealing! Succeeding generations can’t seem to live with each other, or without each other. Complicated? Yes! Hopeless? No! Why? We have Christ and His Church!
