So...you're supposed to believe like a child, in order to receive the kingdom of heaven. I get it. I've always gotten it, and it was no big deal to try and understand for me, so I've always read it and move on.
But now grandpa's sick. And my son loves him like no other. So, we're making trips to the hospital, which is an hour each way, and all we can do is wish it was closer so we could visit more (life and work get in the way when you have to drive so far just to even get there). But my son...he's not worried about life, or work. He's just worried about what to pack in a bag to show grandpa. He knows whatever it is grandpa will laugh, because grandpa always laughs. He doesn't take into account that grandpa is sick, and he doesn't worry when he prays for grandpa to get better.
Last night we said a little thank-you prayer to God for all of the wonderful things we have to be thankful for, and my son said, "If grandpa doesn't get better, thank you for taking him to heaven." In watching so many people struggle with faith these past couple of weeks, and question this or that, or meet opposing opinions with scorn and/or contempt, it was so refreshing to witness the straightforward and unwaivering faith of a child.
And so again, to quote scripture:
"Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”
Now I get it. In fact, I really, really get it. Thanking God for the little ones...
|In the hospital with his carefully packed bag of goodies designed to make grandpa laugh (they worked like a charm, rewarding them both, and us too because we got to see it).|