Jesus told his disciples that the kingdom of heaven belongs to those who are like children. Many images rise up – innocence, teachable humility, joy and laughter – when we think of children. When I hear tales of my grandchildren or watch them play alone, I am fascinated by their sense of wonder and seemingly perpetual energy. The simplest discoveries bring forth squeals of laughter and wide eyes of interest.
As we age, our fascination with new experiences in life gradually disappears. We think we’ve figured out how to control our own destiny and become less dependent on senses and feelings.
In my post-transplant life I hope to re-engage the child in me. I want to cultivate the qualities of joy and wonder back into my life.
Your Sufi master, Rumi, said it well:
Reason is all well and good
until it shows you the door of the Beloved.
At that point divorce reason,
which will steal from you like a bandit.
What I seek is to once again feel the eyes of a child looking through mine.