Kid Music

General Musings

We have new neighbors. They're very nice. They have several young children  and a very inviting and large swimming pool. To a child, it must look like a vast, pure blue lake; way cooler than a sandbox.

The other day I was in our backyard, and I turned a corner to a symphony of child-size voices, coming from over a common wall. Our neighbor's children had invited cousins over and before you could say "kids in the pool," there was a pool filled with kids. It had been awhile since I'd heard that sound. And I remembered the sweet sound of my own children, as I pondered:

The sound of children playing, is called kid music. It is a music of the pure joy of life, with trustful abandon, and much laughter. It brings hope to the soul to hear gleeful children at play. 

For far too many, the wearying weight of responsibility carried without faith, and the consequences of expedient, but short-sighted choices, will all too soon, relegate that joy to an infrequent glance in the rear view mirror of life.

In a duet with our repentance, we ought never to forget how to laugh with the enthusiasm of a child. Child-like is not child-ish or foolhardy. The Lord loves His children. But we look to the things of this world and the honors of men, for satisfaction. Like kids and candy.

When the "sugar rush" dies, we dive-bomb into our personal, sinful artificial realities. Then we cry for help as we recognize our misguided trust in "sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal." (1Cor 13:1)

The answer is not more things of this world. These, and the honors of men provide a hollow, counterfeit currency, of value only among those who see truth as a long discarded glance in a dusty rear view mirror.

God weeps at our "things and honors" concoctions as the train of our lives plummets down the mountain to destruction, and we describe the beautiful view. He would, as a mother hen, gather the humble, the meek, and the child-like to Him, forever. But we would not be gathered. We think a few stripes will suffice. He paid an unimaginably steep price for His test. Why do we think ours is so cheap? Why do we believe that suffering at the hands of evil in the world is our natural state? We are fools. Lost to the amnesia of disregard for God is this: 

"For the Lord shall comfort Zion, he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord. Joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving and the voice of melody." (2Ne 8:3)

He begs us to turn around and head back to the pool and rather make our rear view mirror into a heads-up display. Will it be this generation?

"The remnant shall return, yea, even the remnant of Jacob, unto the mighty God." (2Ne 20:21)

The sound of children playing, is called kid music. It is a music of the pure joy of life, with trustful abandon, and much laughter. It brings hope to the soul to hear gleeful children at play, no matter their ages.

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