For most of my life, being ‘born again’ was either a troublesome challenge from a different brand of Christianity than my own or an apt but unengaging metaphor for baptism. Now it is a reality for which I have a curly-haired toddler to thank.
When we go for walks, things flame out of the landscape for him [my grandson]: sparrows eating the crumbs of his dropped cookie, squirrels climbing the boulevard shade trees, and especially big yellow school buses. I’ve found new joy in sharing these experiences with him and in celebrating his excitement. But the most meaningful result is that my awareness has grown.
Even when he is not with me, I look up at a passing fire truck and think how impressive its long ladder is. I, too, see the world as fresh again and celebrate creation, grateful for the opportunity to exchange my old mind for a new one. My time to celebrate is shorter than his, and I am happy not to waste it.
This message is excerpted from “A change of mind” by Ryan LaHurd in the October issue of Gather magazine.
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