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Tuesday, 15 September 2020

Forgiveness

 


Oh, for the lively imagination of a six-year-old! She has to dictate the books she wants to write because she can’t keep up with her thoughts (nor can I!), ranging from blue elephants to fairy godmothers. On Sunday, Flick asked Mhairi for some cotton wool to make a picture. She glued it onto some card, then drew and cut out birds to paste onto the puffy clouds. Next came a couple of people.

One is Jesus, she explained. The other is a dead girl who has gone to live with Jesus.

Mhairi suggested that paintings in galleries have titles. What title would she like to give this picture? She thought a moment, and then declared, ‘Forgiveness’.

The simple profundity of a six-year-old! Jesus said that we should be like little children. May I have that same simplicity and acceptance today, Lord, which I see in the beautiful faith of a six-year-old girl.

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