But how contrary this is to what the Gospel accounts plainly tell us. Brothers, sisters, have you found our King? There he is, kissing little children and saying they are like God. There he is at the table with the head of a fisherman lying on his chest and somewhat heavy heart that even he, the beloved disciple, cannot yet understand him well.
...the God of music, of painting, of building, the Lord of Hosts, the God of mountains and oceans; the God of history... - this God is the God of little children, and he alone can be perfectly, abandonedly simple and devoted.
Therefore with angels and archangels, with the spirits of the just made perfect, with the little children of the kingdom, yea, with the Lord himself, and for all that do not yet know him, we praise and magnify and laud his name in itself, saying Our Father."
- George MacDonald -
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