While listening to the incomparable Patty Griffin’s slice-of-childhood song “Burgandy Shoes” today, it struck me how God weaves himself into children’s worlds. Many Christians, even (sometimes especially) Christians not raised in a religious home, have commented on how their childhood memories seem to be infused with spotty, inexplicable senses of the divine. These experiences often take the form of a deep, almost painful longing inspired by some random object, such as C.S. Lewis’ description of the feelings that welled up in him as a child while looking at a terrarium. It’s not uncommon to hear Christians describe their childhoods as marked by a subtle, quiet awareness of God beckoning them.
Be aware of the children in your life, really take them in, and you may be reminded of when God whispered into your tiny ears.
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