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This is a verse concerning Isa (Jesus):
"They brought children for him to touch; and his disciples scolded them for it. But when Isa saw this he was indignant, and said to them, "let the children come to me; do not try to stop them; for the Kingdom of Allah belongs to such as these. I tell you, whoever does not accept the Kingdom of Allah like a child will never enter it."
and a prayer from Michel Quoist that I shall share a bit of:
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 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 any more.
they will no longer grow, no longer improve.
They have come to a full stop.
It is disastrous---grown-ups 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 any more.
But I don't like grown-ups. 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 five-year-old eyes, for I know of nothing more beautiful than the purse eyes of a child.
It is not surprising, for I live in children, and it is I who look out through their eyes.
When pure eyes meet yours, it is I who smile at you through the flesh.
But on the other hand, I know of nothing sadder than lifeless eyes in the face of a child.
The windows are open, but the house is empty.
Two eyes are there, but no light.
.................................................. ........." ---Michel Quoist
So as Satchel Paige once asked;
"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"
How old do you feel in your life, and in your Iman?
"They brought children for him to touch; and his disciples scolded them for it. But when Isa saw this he was indignant, and said to them, "let the children come to me; do not try to stop them; for the Kingdom of Allah belongs to such as these. I tell you, whoever does not accept the Kingdom of Allah like a child will never enter it."
and a prayer from Michel Quoist that I shall share a bit of:
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 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 any more.
they will no longer grow, no longer improve.
They have come to a full stop.
It is disastrous---grown-ups 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 any more.
But I don't like grown-ups. 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 five-year-old eyes, for I know of nothing more beautiful than the purse eyes of a child.
It is not surprising, for I live in children, and it is I who look out through their eyes.
When pure eyes meet yours, it is I who smile at you through the flesh.
But on the other hand, I know of nothing sadder than lifeless eyes in the face of a child.
The windows are open, but the house is empty.
Two eyes are there, but no light.
.................................................. ........." ---Michel Quoist
So as Satchel Paige once asked;
"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"
How old do you feel in your life, and in your Iman?