God is probably the only one who can write with broken pencils ...

You may have looked at that title and wondered . It has taken me along time to grasp the concept too.
Society today will tell you, you are stronger than a savior .As a generation we do not need help .My story the last few months has been about learning this valid lesson.
Sometimes it hits us. We grasp how far we have fallen .My first week in my home church "Faith Community" was one of those enlightening moments for me .Simplicity, we all long for it yet within our flesh we war against it .Our Pastor stands up and addresses the problem with world culture for decades.
"Jesus said "Let the little children come to me ""Innocently a small child runs to the Pastor's arm and tugs, he is lifted into welcoming arms where he gazes on the congregation. I love children just for their innocence, there sheer reliance on the rest of mankind speaks to me .Have you ever asked yourself why exactly that had to change ?When did this all knowing change even occur ? As this little child watches the church,he does not know what his silence is saying .Let the little children come to me. Jesus wanted the invalid ,he loved those who believed and didn't need a reason why. Our society has fallen so far , we are built upon proofs from feeble biased unreliant "scientists".You will never find God in a science lab and if you were looking there, maybe you should not even be looking. If twilight and dusk and sunrise do not speak to you ,if they do not whisper of the presence of God then maybe your whole view of God has been thwarted by humanity .Men in Jesus' time where above the reproach of children and women . They would not waste their time. Jesus beckons the children to His presence .He tells us of His love for all .Are you broken, incapable, without resolution? Find your peace at the feet of the one who died for you .The one who bore all the doubts,all the fallen reasonings ,the worries that come at night, the hurt that lashes out .Is there anything more loving than dying for the one you love ?
Our Paster  leans toward this little one ."Who do you love ?"he asks . The little boy of five ,leans toward the microphone and speaks the geniune truth, backed up by the sincerity in those little brown eyes . "I love Jesus because He died for me "It's so simple . We over look  the finer details .The glimpse of God in the waves,the rustle of the tree's, the look of adoration in a friend,s eyes. This is God .The true Redeemer, know Him today and complexity and strife will be made simple as you look through yout childish eyes at your Father who sets you in His arms.