Let the Children Come to Me

I'm writing this on August 31st, and I can't get over the fact that September is tomorrow. Is it just me, or has that snuck up on all of us? 2020 has been simultaneously the longest and shortest year of my life, and I doubt I'm alone there. It's hard enough to keep track of what day it is, let alone what month it is! I think we can all agree that this has been a tough one.

While it has certainly been rough on us adults, I cannot imagine how hard this has been for our children, grandchildren, younger siblings, nieces, nephews, etc. How hard it has been for "the least of these." One of the biggest arguments we're seeing play out today is whether or not schools should reopen. Sadly, this has largely become a political argument, rather than one centered on what is best for our children.

Children are, quite simply, magnificent. They are unspoiled by the pressures of the world, and the things they say can often leave us equal parts bamboozled and inspired. Heck, 20th century TV shows like Art Linkletter's House Party and Kids Say the Darndest Things were based entirely on this premise!