Through the eyes of a baby, I wonder if the world looks hazy. I wonder if the world’s pain is felt or if a baby knows that sin is the hand they've been dealt. I doubt they know, as their little eyes reveal a clear and clean window. Not tainted yet by the filth of the world--"Oh Lord, please let us see with the innocent eyes of a baby boy or girl."
Do you remember being a child and reaching out to the parents who made you? Well, that's what child-like faith is--when you reach out to the only Savior who can save you. Yet it seems as if “growing up” gets in the way of faith; and because we can now walk on our own two feet—sadly—we no longer need the hands of grace.
Think about it.
As children, we use to love being picked up—it was a place where no worries were known. As adults now, it seems as if we are held down by worry because we“love” doing life on our own—“Oh Lord, forgive us for making matters complicated and hard to stand, so please grant us the legs of faith that make life simple again.”
Let’s do something about it.
It’s time to mature by becoming a child. For even Jesus said, “Such is the kingdom of heaven, where anyone can be reconciled.” We need to again see this world through the eyes of an infant, because from that perspective heaven really doesn't seem that distant.