I’ve been making the little child for a while now. I don’t work real hard at it, because little children don’t work. Adults work. Us kids play, ask tons of questions, and believe in impossible stuff. Funny. Grownups do exactly the opposite! But it’s sad, too, because grownups who can’t make the little child can’t find the kingdom of God.
Nope. My Brother says that only a little child can see the kingdom.
My perfect brother is totally awesome. He is Father’s firstborn son. My soul, who says she’s my sister, and my whole family is with me all of the time. I hear my big brother’s voice in lots of ways, but mostly in my right ear. Sister talks in my left ear. She’s being super quiet right now, because Brother is speaking to us.
Jesus called the children to him and said: “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”