From Chapter One:
Introduce your child to God
He's very little, and one day it's time to tell him. We pat him dry, after his bath, and kneeling there, loving the marvel of his neat little body, we say, "Stephen, do you know who made you?"
"Who made me?"
"God made you, Stephen."
"Oh." And he stops, and thinks, and confirms it. "God made Stephen."
And the gift of faith is at work. If one can say that God waits for things, then God has waited for this since forever. It is the beginning of why Stephen is here: "To know God . . ."
And he trots down the hall to his crib, a different child that night because now he knows who made him. Many wise men may know many more things than Stephen, but may not know who made them.
When you tuck him in and say, "Do you know why God made you, Stephen?" he will hardly ever answer, "No." But almost always, "Why?"
And you tell him, "Because He loves you."
And Stephen knows the most important thing in all the world.
I asked a little boy of two and a half, "Why did God make you?" and he gave me such a look --- didn't I know?
"Because He wants me!"
And he laughed and laughed. Such a joy, to know one is wanted.
This is security, the first and last and only real security. And we must make it so real for our children that they will look out at the world from the snug safety of God's love. They must know that He loves them as though they were His only love, and that they need not fear the dividing of His love because it's indivisible. It's like the flame of a candle, which will light another candle, and another, and another, and still burn as before.
Nowhere is there more love than this. This is all love, it never changes, and they may turn to it from the middle of sin or sanctity and always find asylum.
A little boy of four told me, in great excitement, "You know what? God didn't make me like you make a house. You know how He made me? He just thinked, and there I was. Like this . . ."
And he stood very still and blinked his eyes once, the best way he knew to express in physical terms how God made him.
Just to think, and make a little boy. What could be more wonderful?
For a child to learn that he is loved and wanted is pure delight, but to root it deep in his soul takes care and practice, and we must teach him to delight in it often.
"God made you, dear, ages before He put you on this earth. You were in the mind of God so long ago that even Mother can't tell you when it was. Always He knew you, always He wanted you, and because He knows all things, He knew when was the perfect time for you to come so you could do what He has planned for you."
It's easy to take these beginnings for granted, but if we stop to consider them as acts of great supernatural significance, we learn much faster to appreciate the vast potential waiting to be developed in the souls of the smallest children . . . . |