“Do you love Bible?” She looks up at me with those big eyes of hers. “And does Papa love Bible too? Because I love it. So much.” It’s spontaneous, this declaration of hers. She keeps talking, looking up at me as she pushes her unruly honey-colored hair out of her face. “Where’s God now?” “What is a soul?” “What is mercy? Read more Bible, mumma.”
We just returned from seeing Fernando Ortega in concert, and she is humming the songs as she asks me these questions. “Why,” she asks earnestly, “Why did dat man say dat song about da fire of angels is sad? Why is it sad, mumma?”
I sing to myself before I answer. I think of all the nights I fell asleep with this melody in my soul:
“I never knew the dusk could seem so sad,
an empty aching in my soul.
In this bright hour I speak your name in the wind,
the shining world outlasts us all.
Even the mountains seem to know you’re gone,
the foothills shimmer where they stand.
The sky is still and much too beautiful,
and I am missing you again.
Lift me over the San Gabriels, leaning into the southern sky.
The foothills burning in the afterglow, an angel fire passing by…”
[Fernando Ortega, Angel Fire]
At three, her tender heart knows nothing of the aching in one’s soul. “It is sad, baby, but it’s beautiful too, though, isn’t it, that song?” I can feel the tears begin to burn. How can I untangle these questions, when even I don’t understand why people slip away and leave behind the empty foothills, burning in the light?
How can I explain to a three year-old the concept of mercy, when I still can’t wrap my head around the marvel of it all?
And what is this intangible thing inside me, this soul of mine?
She stands in front of me, eagerly, waiting for answers.
I don’t feel like I can reduce these mysteries to a sentence. I’m worried I’ll go wrong somehow. But I know Jesus told us to learn what mercy means . And I know love and mercy is how everything — all of this, this big, overgrown mess of earth and humanity — is made whole. Death is swallowed up, and the old system of law is fulfilled [3, 4].
So I tell her what I know. I tell her about His love.
My words aren’t perfect, but it doesn’t matter.
“We must try to speak of His love. All Christians have tried but none has ever done it very well. I can no more do justice to that awesome and wonder-filled theme than a child can grasp a star. Still by reaching toward the star the child may call attention to it and even indicate the direction one must look to see it. So as I stretch my heart toward the high shining love of God someone who has not before known about it may be encouraged to look up and have hope.” [A.W. Tozer, Knowledge of the Holy]
And when it comes right down to it, it’s that high shining love and mercy He crowns us with , not rules. The rules can never redeem, transform, make whole. And so I point her to that great Love, toward Him, and I take her hand as we run toward the rain.
“…[she] grew up in that Florida rain
They were carried along like leaves on a river of faith
All the way home…
And they walked in the rain of His mercy
Let it soak them down to the bone
And they splashed in its puddles
And danced in its streams as they’d go
And, oh, they walked in the rain of His mercy
All the way home….”
[Andrew Peterson, All the Way Home]
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“So as I stretch my heart toward the high shining love of God someone who has not before known about it may be encouraged to look up and have hope.”
My prayer. And may our God give you great wisdom as you guide your little one to the way up…