Plane Crash. Bags flying everywhere. The captain standing at the front of the plane telling jokes in his Dallas cowboys pajamas. What a vivid imagination for a 10-year-old flying by himself. Through the eyes of a child life seems so unbalanced. These mystical experiences can seem so dangerous but, are they?
As a child our perspective is simple. It is life that messes it up. There is an intimate purity and love that can only be seen through a child’s eyes. At this time of year lights sparkle. Neighbors and friends give out cookies and cards. So why as adults are we so dismal? We are reminded of the loss in our lives. We try to replay the past holidays as if we can perfect the details of those gingerbread treasures.
We also hear the story of the birth a baby born to a virgin that ultimately grows up to die in a tremulous way. This story can be frightening for a child who hasn’t learned the power of sinful forgiveness. But he shines in everyone. He gives these little ones companionship and virtues. His intimacy guides them through experiences no mortal influence could.
Your substances belong to Jesus. Let no one defeat you… “little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong”.