I like animals. I really do. I once stunned Brent Detweiler when we pulled into the church property and I spotted an owl. With obvious excitement I pointed and cried out, “An owl!” Brent was bemused, “Haven’t seen too many owls, Pete?”
But with our allergies and the thought of the added work and expense, Grace and I can’t imagine getting a dog or a cat. At least I can’t imagine it in my saner moments. There are times, however, when my sweet, harmless daughters form the most powerful kind of force. They want a dog. A dog, a dog, a dog. Can I never escape it?
The thing that amazes me is that they are tireless in their request. No matter how vehemently I deny the possibility, no matter how bluntly I shoot down the petition, no matter how often or how quickly I defeat the notion…they continue to ask. I think it’s because their desire is so strong that they dare to dream, and a bit of faith begins to rise in them that just maybe this time…until they face the stark, cold reality. Dad says “no.”
And dad will continue to say “no.” Yes, these children are adorable and difficult to deny but I have the fortitude.
Nonetheless, they give us (as I’m sure all the children in our church do) a wonderful example. There are some things so very excellent in their requests. They acknowledge their dependence on me. They acknowledge my provision. They affirm my authority. They even believe that I am good; that I may give ear to their request and might even possibly grant it.
No wonder Jesus tells his disciples to let the children come and that “to such belongs” his kingdom. We are wise to emulate the faith of children when it comes to the only, truly good Father.






