I believe children are formed with a particle of God’s DNA embedded deep inside them. And when they are born they have more than physical reasons to cry out. I think it’s the experience of separation from the creator, mother/father God…the first of many separations to come. Happily, they are welcomed by loving persons (usually) who take up the slack and show the way.
Children are amazingly insightful. All we have to do is suspend our own educated understanding to see this. Their drawings, stories, prayers, dreams and hopeful trust in all that is unseen and untouchable, delight and inspire. They are the beginning and we are the end. Alpha and Omega. As a new member of the Omega club, I am blessed by this…blessed and renewed. Like glimmering candles in the dark, the prayers of children and their thoughts about God in particular, can be quite profound in terms of trust and unhindered belief in the mystery of the Divine—a quality I must work backward to achieve. These little prophets and oracles are God’s Grace.
This is what I hope will be the first of many postings in what I am calling children in time. If any of you have any bits of child wisdom and grace you’d like to share, please let me know. In the meantime, we’ll start with a poem written in 2007 by a little boy of 7 for his class assignment, using the acrostic format. His name is Liam Peachey, now 9 years old, the son of a dear new friend of mine from my new church—the one that welcomes everyone…
Some children write to Santa at Christmas; some children write about Jesus for CHRISTmas.
Called By Name 
Naomi, a blessed Advent and a merry Christmas to you and Judy!
This poem is really priceless.
Since you asked for child wisdom, I’m copying here something from the blog of a woman in our church who’s son, age 7, struggles with mental illness. This is a quote from him: “Mommy, did you know that when we die and go to be with God that we’ll be more alive than we’ve ever been here in the regular world?”