“Would you want to keep him?” I asked finally.
“Oh, Glory of the Lord, if dere was any way I could. I wish dat I could,” she said. “Problem is, I ain’t kin, and I can barely afford to keep myself.”
Suddenly, an idea came into my head, a different kind of idea. It was against my logic, against my Christian thinking, but it flashed into my mind in a red-hot instant, and I found myself speaking before my logic could engage.
“What if you didn’t have to worry about being able to afford it?” I asked.
“Oh Lord, yes!” she replied without hesitation. “If I knew dat I could give dis child a halfway decent life, I would be happy to raise her. I have practically raised her already. Lord knows her mother was not any kind of a mother to her. Lord knows she has been through hell. I just wish dat I ha
