The remarkable world of children has always fascinated me. Their naturalness and innocence — in particular — thrills me and serves as a reminder of the intended relationship between us and our Father. Even more, when they are pouty and sometimes destructive, there is a genuineness about them that is so winsome.

Regardless of our attainments, we never seem to rise above the fact we are simply the Father's boys and girls. The great and the less than great are called to admit to this eternal verity, in time. The famous and infamous, sooner or later, understand in some intuitive way their perpetual childhood.

Some of us wish we could experience more childlikeness in our churches and less childishness. There is a huge difference. One is ready for orders from the Almighty. The other complains …