Learning to Walk
I don’t remember learning to walk. But from what I’ve observed it’s one faltering step – Drop! Another wavering step – Drop again. Slowly but surely the art of walking grows to running and scampering. New worlds beckon. New mischief awaits. … and then later, we can’t even remember learning. I don’t remember my first faith steps. I can’t remember grappling with the ideas of God, and faith, Bible and eternity, Kingdom and Christ. These parent guided steps were fragile too. The wonder, confusion and doubt. The stumbles and scraped knees. How big is God? Can he see me under concrete? Will He be angry when …? Now, I run, jump and rejoice in faith even though those first important, crucial steps long ago can’t be remembered.