“Look, granddad … they’ve changed colour!”
Not yet four, all four fingers caught in a closing car door earlier in the day, traumatised and screaming, assessed and observed, child paracetamol, more assessing and observing, more cuddled and cosseted than usual … and all not more than six hours earlier.
The resilience of children. The recovery of children absent of self-pity. The curiosity of children with something new.
“Look, granddad … ” As the fingertips began to heal from an angry red to a dull brown.
“Look, granddad … ” As the insatiable curiosity of “now” won hands down over the trauma of “then”.
“Look, granddad … ” Without a trace of blame or anger at why this accident happened.
“Look, granddad … ” No malice. No negative. No need.
The intellectual debate over the bible’s historical and factual accuracy-integrity may rage for eternity.
“Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me.” Mark 9:37
The intellectual debate over the evidence for a biblical God and Jesus will rage for another eternity.
Look, granddad … they’ve changed colour!
But the writers – who recorded the Living God as they knew their Living God – in ways we struggle to understand with our sophisticated knowledge and hindsight – seem to have been on to something timeless.