I like having Josiah around. Those of you who haven’t had a baby in the house since you can remember, or since you yourselves were the occupants of that position, may not feel it in the exact same way. Those of you who have, but not for a while, will only feel a connection in a past tense way. Those of you who interact with children on a regular basis will understand.
You can feel affection in young children in a way that you can’t see in most people. There’s no enmity for enmity’s sake. Every smile, every occasional loving, longing look is the world to you. For a time, you live your life to excite that child, and watch them do the thing they’ll do when they’re motivated. There is occasional annoyance, but never anger. You get tired; you kinda wonder why they don’t. Of course, whenever they are, you like it: you get to pick them up, and hold them, and feel them hold you back. You feel the small head reclining on your shoulder. You feel the little hands patting you softly on the back. You like it when they hunger after a bottle, because, even though they cry, you get the pleasure of watching them pass from anguish from serenity when they attain their desired boon. When they pull up on you, exerting all their strengthso that they may stand and that they too, may join the world of the big folk, you get to look down into their shining eyes, glowing with delighted exertion. They utilize their diapers, giving it all they’ve got, so that you may change them. They scream and cry because they are not able to partake of the love and fun which they usually find readily available. They drool drops of love onto you, which are generally intended to convey the message: “We should hang out.” (or: “I’m hungry”).
In ways that most of us can’t, they do the things which seem the most foolish, and expose the wisdom of God working in our lives in ways that the mature things cannot. They show us faith and trust in ways that the greatest writers have not put into print. Though they may rebel at times, they present simple dependence in a manner whch we would all do well to imitate, if we would enter the Kingdom of God. That very same Kingdom which, while we were sinners, Christ has brought us into, by becoming like one of these little ones, and passing from wisdom of childhood to the wisdom of manhood, which is obedience and humility, He gave Himself over to death. Even death on the Cross.
(Author’s note: I wrote this, as well as something much longer, last week, but have had extreme difficulties in posting. Sorry.)