It seems curious that we humans tend to grow more childlike as we approach our final hour, that is to say, as we age naturally and arrive at death’s door.
An extended visit to a nursing home provides a sobering view that oftimes resembles a nursery room. Although not everyone seems destined to the far corner of a sitting room bound to a wheelchair, or bedridden atangle with plastic tubing, it is probably the rule rather than the exception, at least for us in the Western World. My dad was there last year.....very childlike, at home, the day of his passing.
"Unless you become like little children you will not see the Kingdom of God."
Hmmm....Jesus takes a child, places him in the middle of an assembly and teaches all wouldbe disciples that they must become like little children if they want to see the Kingdom of God.
We must remain, or become again, dependent upon parental authority to be open to the great possibilities the Triune God has prepared for us.
But who are our real parents? Some have never known their natural father and/or mother.
How can this be a universal law, for it is patently unfair?
"Our Father, who art in heaven..." I heard my dad say this prayer for the first time on July 6th, 2010 only 7 hours before he walked through the door to eternity. He was 83 and yet he sounded so childlike. I wept like a baby when I heard it, for I knew the implications...time was short.
"Our Father...thy Kingdom come..."
And he received viaticum, the Holy Eucharist, with his "Amen," his "so be it."
Abba, Father hear the cries of your little one's, your children, the whole human family. Be especially attentive to the silent weeping of those who have strayed after having received entry into your spiritual family through the Sacrament of Baptism. Please show them the way to come back into your presence to receive your loving embrace.