My Son's Prayer

WHEN I HAD been sober about a year, I was talking to my thirteen-year-old son about my newfound love of God. He nodded his head as I was talking, and for some reason, I felt compelled to ask him if he believed in God. He replied, "Sure." I was a little surprised, because he had never mentioned this to me before. I was very curious and pursued the matter. I asked him when he had started believing in God. He replied nonchalantly, "About a year ago."