I was lamenting to our daughter how hard the road must be for a parent today. If I pray anything for them, I said, I pray for faith to come as natural as breathing. Jesus like air.
That’s what you always prayed for us, she said.
And that is true, because I have known that gift of childlike faith since I was a child. Love like air. Love above the politics and polarization of our times. Faith that does not change because the Giver of it does not change.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. —James 1:17, NIV
No wrong he can’t right.
No error he won’t forgive.
No sin he won’t cancel.
No shame he won’t use as a bridge to draw us nearer.
Heart-shaped balloons have replaced Christmas in the marketplace. Love is there in both.
