There was once a busy man, who one day hurriedly headed out the door for work. In his path was his three-year-old son playing with blocks. The man patted the boy on the head, stepped over him, opened the door, and went outside. Halfway down the walk a guilt bomb exploded inside him.

"What am I doing?" he thought to himself. "I am ignoring my son. I never play with him. He'll be old before I know him. And in the background of his mind was playing, "Cat's in the Cradle" – Harry Chapin's ballad to lost fatherhood.

He returned to the house and sat down with his son and began to play with the blocks. After two minutes, the three year old boy said to him, "Daddy, why are you mad at me?"

Our hearts can be discerned – regardless of what we say or what motions we may be going through. It doesn't take an angel to do it. A three year old can.