Simple and Pure Childhood

But Jesus said, Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 19:14 ESV)



When I was a child, the simple and pure innocence of my life was ever sustaining.  My working-poor divorced mother who tried her very best to provide, yet this child never sought after material things….for I was simply content with her huge maternal love …her undying commitment to family and of the pure non-abandoning of her heart.   I was content with the simple…. the painless uncomplicated…..yet there were the Christmas mornings where toys covered the cold and dark floor…the yearly birthday cakes from Jean’s Professional Bakery….the once a year shopping for school clothes… the very seldom fast food …and the simple and pure… yet only very occasional …black and white photo from within the small photo booth at our neighborhood Dixie Square mall…


When I was a young child, I played simply with my friends…no worries or concerns ever consumed me while they were by my side at our large childhood playground. Just loud laughter and never-ending joy found in the simple and pure things of life….like jumping and splashing in mud puddles leftover by a quick moving spring storm…building a fortress out of old discarded cardboard boxes…. making angels in a fresh and untouched layer of snow…..playing hopscotch and jumping rope… and running through the very cold but refreshing water of a neighbor’s sprinkler on a sweltering summer afternoon while trying to catch the watered- colored rainbows left behind with our hands…

When I was a young child, I simply and unequivocally loved Jesus.  I was a timid, easily-frightened, and insecure child deep inside and He was this child’s Protector…keeping me always safe…ever secure… and very far from harm. I would lay awake in bed many lonely and abandoned nights telling Him all my fears….all my dreams…and all my hopes…. no fancy words involved….no rhyme or reason contained within this child’s prayers ….just simple and purely honest words to share with the One…the only One… the only One who really matters… from deep within this child’s heart.   I didn’t know any fancy biblical terms to use…. no complex theological issues to question or ponder……nor could I even begin to conceptualize or accurately define the meaning of “sin” or think of its devastating consequences and destruction yet waiting to come ….only to mislead….only to blind…only to devour… and to destroy…


When I was a young child, I so greatly loved His church.  I simply knew I was visiting my Heavenly Father’s home…tucked safe and secure… ….in my protected sanctuary.  Within my Father’s home there was safety …where simple love and pure unity resides… and our voices of worship reached to the highest heavens and the Heavenly Hosts were even able to hear and rejoice… and join in on our praises and songs of worship… A local community of sacred fellowship where strength and love abounds and leaps into the fallen and inherently sinful of humanity’s hearts….  but also a glimmer of hope to those who were struggling and searching in silence…a place of simple comfort ….. of pure forgiveness……and of a great hope and joy yet to come…..

“Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them.”  (Eccl 12:1 ESV)

Do you remember the never-ending days of your simple and pure childhood?

Do you remember your child-like faith?


The simple and pure childhood days that seemed to last forever… before worries and concerns set in, and slowly buried deeply within your ever- hardening heart… and complicating the simple and pure comforts in your life….and in your dreams…and in your hopes… Is that where you found yourself slowly beginning to take your eyes off of Jesus?

                  …taking your eyes off of the One who really matters…



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