On a visit to my aunt and uncle as a teenager, one day I was left to babysit my two young cousins.
Currently I’m at work on a novel—a sci-fi/fantasy about angels and aliens—and while writing this essay I noticed that my story actually contains all the gateways to childhood that I’ve been describing.
If childlikeness were a country, it would have many border crossings.
When my daughter was four years old I caught her standing on a chair and reaching up into the medicine cabinet to get a bottle of pills. Is this a picture of you?
There was a time in church history when the highest service one could offer the Lord was to be a Soldier of Christ.
My first trip overseas was to London, where I drank in the sights and sounds, the cobbled laneways and old buildings, the galleries upon galleries, like a man who had just crawled out of the desert.
Happy 2024! How better to greet this new year than with a reflection on childhood—or more specifically, on childlikeness?