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Dedicated to Captain Cardinalis, who loves the real world.
There is a strong propensity among adults to discard the lessons and joys of their childhood, likely heeding 1 Corinthians 13:11's admonition:
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
Wonderful. You've put childish ways behind you. But what about childlike ways? Being an adult for decades now, it is sadly obvious that those are almost universally discarded as well. For those who have done so, I can say categorically the Kingdom of God is an impossibility.
The events listed in this essay are true. They took place in 1972, when I was 10 years old, over forty years ago. They, and the dear, beautiful girl who made them so memorable, so powerful, have stayed with me ever since. I have (largely, and most days, to be sure) discarded my childish ways. But not my childlike ways. I have Connie to thank for that.