Of Sandcastles and Bubbles
Imagine pint-sized hands at play on the sea's edge. Palms push and fingers dance to compress moist sand as they construct everlasting sandcastles. Children naively employ the most foolish and fragile of building materials. Later that night, it is the very same heart playing in a bath that conjures soap bubbles and blows them in the air. Bubbles accompanied by squeals and smiles or even whispers.
The child splashes food on a bib, and also runs aimlessly in playgrounds with loud delight.
Happy wide eyes and paint-encrusted hands produce artwork that only a parent can treasure.
The wise adult knows that the things of childhood are to be left behind ... well almost all things.
The faith of the child is to be retained, for they swim in a deep reservoir dammed only by imagination.
Their trust peppers rocks at a thousand libraries, for they hold not knowledge yet faith already abounds. Such faith will always strike a match to my faith, and a very warm cord in my heart.
Faith should build sandcastles with impossible materials, and whisper to bubbles in the air - it knows no reason not to.
And he said: ‘Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 18:3)
Adults are not the measure of heaven’s eligibility – children are.
Today's Soul Snippet:
Jesus has replaced ceremony with celebration.
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