Like a Child

  • “Act your age!”
  • “You big baby.”
  • “Are you 12 or 2?”
  • “Oh, that’s real mature.”

As a toddler, we want to play with the big kids. Pre-teens long for driving age. Our teenagers can’t wait for the freedom that comes next. And, as adults, we scold others with cynical comments when the weaker characteristics of childhood are displayed. I have done it many times myself, perhaps to the detriment of others. It seems we have despised our youth and it is truly an error.

Last night, I headed upstairs to tuck my son in. The process began as it has so many times before:
“I love you.”
“I love you, too Daddy.”
“You’re a great son.”
“You’re a good daddy. giggle
“You are so brave, strong and courageous.”
“Thanks. giggle-giggle
“OK – time to settle down.” – at this point I begin to tickle him
– – lots of wiggling around and laughter
“I said it was time to settle down.”
– – more tickling turns to a quick wrestling match
“Aaaaaaah, that was fun. You have sweet dreams now, OK.”

You see, I was tired on this night and was unintentionally planning to stop the routine here. But my CHILD felt a sense of disarray.

“Dad, you have to pray with me. You remember the four things, don’t you?”

My son has a simple, profound faith that has been lost in my life. All the verses I know, the lessons I have tought, the studies I have done, the conferences I have attended, and the spiritual experiences I have had may have made me smarter; but I have left the faith of a child behind. My son believes what I have told him, and I have told him the truth. I have told him that he is a prince – a child of the King. The source of all power dwells within him and is at his beckoning. He believes that there is power in words and that his prayers are not just heard. Though he may not be able to explain it with big words, he believes that prayer is the mystical link between heaven and earth. He believes that his words have the ability bring the power of the unseen directly into his immediate reality. Powers like unexplainable peace, protection, comfort, and favor – simply profound. Oh, that we all had faith like a child.

“Dear God,…”

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