Back when the boys were small, we belonged to a small country club that had a pool. Sometimes when we would go to the pool to swim, the boys would bring friends with them. On one such occasion, I was at the pool with them and one of my boys wanted me to go down to the deep end and catch him when he jumped into the water. His buddy came with him. They stood on the side and my son immediately jumped into my arms. I then helped him to the ladder and he climbed out. “Do you want to try it?” I asked his friend, but he shook his head and backed away. Even though he saw me catch my son, he wasn’t willing to trust me to catch him. But my son trusted me with an innocent, child-like faith because he knew me and knew he could trust me.