Another Post on Why Kids Are the Key to the Kingdom of God
My son (almost four) has developed this obnoxious habit where he repeats the same #)($# sentence indefinitely, until something changes the situation. For example, if we’re going to school (where his favorite friend is Ainsley) he’ll say, “You wanna go school find Ainsley!” in the car, over and over and over and over…, from the moment we leave the driveway until the moment we park. (Fortunately, we live very close to the school.)
Lately, whenever I get frustrated with Clark–particularly if he is frightened of a lawnmower across the street and I actually get offended that he doesn’t trust me to protect him from it–I regain perspective by thinking of ways that I do the exact same thing, vis-a-vis my (heavenly) Father.
And guess what, it works in the repeating-phrase case too. Because probably 75% of the “conversations” I have with God really involve me saying the Our Father. So just as I have to keep saying, “That’s right buddy, we’re going to school so you can find your good friend Ainsley” I imagine God is thinking, “That’s right Bobby, My will will be done on earth, just as it is in heaven. Just like you said yesterday and the day before. Is there anything else you want to talk about? I notice your hair has almost completely fallen out; something you want to get off your chest?”
