Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it. Luke 18:17
It is so much fun having Frederic live out his new joy in our midst. This joy that is childlike in every good sense of the word, re: not childish. But there is a freshness and simplicity about it, a salty sea breeze that makes my nose twitch and a smile to my lips. Which would be such a cliché, except that it is flat-out true. And even though this is a brand-new once-in-a-lifetime experience, there is a familiarity about it, told over and over again, God reaching down and pulling back the veil. Or did Frederic grab a corner and tug it? Whichever. Whatever. The light is pouring pell mell in through the opening.
And these are his steps, faltering yet each one stronger. His own individual journey. Yesterday afternoon, in the prayer room with its quiet light tumbling in through the swinging vines, Mary Anne and I were marveling how each person is so strikingly different. Each man’s individuality is unfathomable. Exponentially beyond any snowflake marvel. Each squint-eyed child swaddled by an adoring Father certain that this is the very most wonderful precious amazing brilliant creation of all. And He is exactly right.
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