26 September 2010
Youngsters
10/02/10 10:54 AM Filed in: From the Pastor
God says, “I like youngsters. I want people to be like them. I don't like old people unless they are still children. I want only children in my Kingdom; this has been decreed from the beginning of time. Youngsters - twisted, humped, wrinkled, white-bearded - all kinds of youngsters, but youngsters. There is no changing it, it has been decided, there is room for no one else.
I like little children because my image has not yet been dulled in them. They have not botched my likeness, they are new, pure, without a blot, without a smear. So, when I gently lean over them, I recognize myself in them.
I like them because they are still growing, they are still improving. They are on the road; they are on their way. But with grown ups, there is nothing to expect anymore. They will no longer grow, no longer improve. They have come to a full stop.
It is disastrous - grownups thinking they have arrived. I like youngsters because they are still struggling, because they are still sinning. Not because they sin, you understand, but because they know that they sin, and they say so, and they try not to sin anymore. But I don't like grownups. They never harm anyone, they have nothing to reproach themselves for. I can't forgive them; I have nothing to forgive. It is a pity, it is indeed a pity, because it is not true.
But above all, I like youngsters because of the look in their eyes. In their eyes I can read their age. In my heaven, there will only be 5 year old eyes, for I know of nothing more beautiful than the pure eyes of a child. It is not surprising, for I live in children, and it is I who look out through their eyes.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Open, all of you, little old men! It is I, your God, the Eternal, risen from the dead, coming to bring back to life the child in you.
Hurry! Now is the time. I am ready to give you again the beautiful face of a child, the beautiful eyes of a child. For I love youngsters, and I want everyone to be like them.”
I like little children because my image has not yet been dulled in them. They have not botched my likeness, they are new, pure, without a blot, without a smear. So, when I gently lean over them, I recognize myself in them.
I like them because they are still growing, they are still improving. They are on the road; they are on their way. But with grown ups, there is nothing to expect anymore. They will no longer grow, no longer improve. They have come to a full stop.
It is disastrous - grownups thinking they have arrived. I like youngsters because they are still struggling, because they are still sinning. Not because they sin, you understand, but because they know that they sin, and they say so, and they try not to sin anymore. But I don't like grownups. They never harm anyone, they have nothing to reproach themselves for. I can't forgive them; I have nothing to forgive. It is a pity, it is indeed a pity, because it is not true.
But above all, I like youngsters because of the look in their eyes. In their eyes I can read their age. In my heaven, there will only be 5 year old eyes, for I know of nothing more beautiful than the pure eyes of a child. It is not surprising, for I live in children, and it is I who look out through their eyes.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Open, all of you, little old men! It is I, your God, the Eternal, risen from the dead, coming to bring back to life the child in you.
Hurry! Now is the time. I am ready to give you again the beautiful face of a child, the beautiful eyes of a child. For I love youngsters, and I want everyone to be like them.”