The value of one generation sharing the story of God with the
next is one of the highest in scripture.
But we don’t do this well.
I think one of the reasons we often strike out here is that we
fail to appreciate our children’s capacity for spiritual insight. We dumb down spiritual mystery so
dramatically that our stories lose their capacity to captivate.
Of course kids are bored with the peas-and-carrots gospel
we’ve spoon-fed them from cute, 4-ounce jars.
They can handle so much more than this. In fact, they’re starving for more.
Recently my 11-year-old daughter composed this poem. Reading it was a wake-up call for
this dad to hear the longing and recognize the capacity for the holy in children.
Words
Words
So powerful
So strong
Set me free
To just be me
I stare at the
Blank Page
With determination
Wanting to prove
It wrong
Words flood
The page
The Emptiness
Is gone
I can tell the page
Tell God,
What I want
With no one to hold me back
Words
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