Our youngest grandchild, Frances Lee, is getting to that age where the whole world is a new and exciting experience. She is in the wonderful stage where a spoonful of carrots or a warm bottle is about all she needs, going to sleep is a welcome experience, and whenever she wakes it is with a huge smile on her face. Her innocence is infectious, and when she is being strolled people stop to admire.
There are lots of reasons for the admiring looks, but I think a small part is because we are all still attracted to the innocence of a new born child. We yearn for their purity, their trust, and their hope they represent.
Christmas brings out the child once again for most of us. We are a little more trusting, a little more hopeful, and a little bit nicer to our fellow men and women. An anonymous poem offers an explanation for this phenomena.
Blessed art Thou, O Christmas Christ,
That thy cradle was so low that the shepherds,
Poorest and simplest of all earthly folk.
Could yet kneel beside it,
And look level-eyed into the face of God.
Whether you believe or not that God came to earth in the human form of Jesus, I expect you still recognize God in the eyes of a young child and yearn for her/his innocence and hope. It’s okay to be like a child during Christmas. After all, we were born in God’s image.