What children bring to the table is pure love,
like a fifty pound nugget of gold a yokel hefts
onto the bar in full view of everyone in the
saloon.
One-by-one we leave the gambling tables, the
liquor, and the player piano to sidle up to the
stranger with the pretty rock. In that instant,
love comes over us like the rush of a mighty
wind, filling the room and touching us as if
with tongues of fire. The irresistible pull of
our desire sucks the air from our lungs and
leaves us weak, panting, and forever addicted.
The yokel says, “This is love. Do you understand
now?”
And your heart says, “Yes!” But this is no
ordinary yes. This is the yes of your bones, the
ontological yes of your being, the yes that
existed before all time. This is what you were
made for and only now do you see it. You cry
out, and your body shakes, and you fall to your
knees in submission. This is the world's most
powerful drug, the one that all others can only
imitate. Once you have tasted it you will pay
any price for more, or wander the earth to honor
even the memory of it.
This is what children bring to the table. They
dance into the room dragging the greatest power
in the universe behind them like a toy on a
string. All of your petty sophistications are
swept aside, and when they are gone you do not
remember the substance of them or how they once
held power over you. There is no going back.
Here you stand; you can do no other.
You know you have handed over the keys to your
kingdom, but the transaction is complete. It
happened in an instant; it happened before you
could draw a breath. And now the power to break
your heart lies out of your control and in the
hands of a child.
And they will hurt you, children will. They will
take everything you have and give you only sips
of what you desire. And then they will harden in
time and become more and more like you. They
will become guarded, and they will lose love.
Then they will leave you to seek it in distant
lands. When they leave, you are forever changed,
forever hungry, forever seeking. You are deeper,
richer, more capable, more able to love.
And if there is someone who shared this love
with you, and if the two of you worked hard to
stay connected through the firestorm and through
the grief, and if both of you were equally
determined not to lose each other in those long
years, then one day you will turn to your
beloved, lay your hand on her aging cheek, and
discover that love has not left you after all.
And everything you gave for love will be
returned to you. And you will become children
for each other, dancing again in the Garden of
Eden. You will see with new eyes. You will know
Wisdom. You will bless the world.
And it is said that you will walk together in
the land which the Lord has given you until it
is time.