“Daddy, look at all of those fireflies. Let's catch some and hold them in our hands.”
Another humid summer evening and the beacons of light resurrect from our lawn. Our daughter, the Bug Whisperer, wants to chase down fireflies. We attempt to chase them down and we cannot stop until she has held at least 1.3 million fireflies. It's a long night indeed.
A child is quick to seek out light. They hate the darkness. Many adults also hate the darkness. But here's the difference between a child and an adult. A child will be more likely to seek out help in the darkness.
Monsters under the bed? Call Daddy or the family dog.
Need an extra kiss? Call Mommy.
Need spoiled? Call the grandparents.
Children have a sense about their life and faith that us adults lose. We all venture into adulthood with some form of wounding from our child/teen years. Whether the event was a major or minor event, it shaped who we are today. However, the events of our past do not have to DEFINE us. We must rise up and that takes some faith.
Faith is a tricky dynamic to instill in our lives because it takes trust. If we are going to learn while in the darkness and rise up, we must have someone alongside of us that we trust. Trusting God is a tough concept because many people cannot think of many humans they trust let alone some invisible superhero. Trusting God makes us vulnerable and that exposes us to change. We HATE (yes, hate) change. We love when things change that benefit us but for the most part….we enjoy things remaining the same. We love comfort. Comfort makes us feel in control and who doesn’t love control.
The faith of a child is vulnerable. A child does not know the difference between experiencing God in church or in the wilderness. A child does not chain God to the second pew on the right side of the Communion table. God cannot be chained down despite our feeble human attempts to make him our holy fairy. Additionally, children do not see others as we label people when they are teenagers and adults. Children do not see labels. They see smiles and frowns.
A child approaches their loved ones with arms wide open. How often do we keep our arms crossed and don't let anyone into our lives---spiritually or physically speaking? How's that working out for us?