Passing-Thought

children stories are for adults

I was recently re-introduced to the Velveteen Rabbit (during a morning devotional of all places), and was thereby reminded of God's electing love as that which establishes human authenticity.

"Whut is REEAL?" askt th Rabit wun dae, when thae wer lieing sied bi sied neer th nersery fender, befor Nana caem to tiedy th room. "Duz it meen having things that buz insied U and a stik-out handl?"

"Reeal isn't how U ar maed," sed th Skin Hors. "It's a thing that hapens to U. When a chield luvs U for a long, long tiem, not just to plae with, but REEALY luvs U, then U becum Reeal."

"Duz it hert?" askt th Rabit.

"Sumtiems," sed th Skin Hors, for he was allwaes troothful. "When U ar Reeal U don't miend being hert."

"Duz it hapen all at wuns, liek being woond up," he askt, "or bit bi bit?"

"It duzn't hapen all at wuns," sed th Skin Hors. "U becum. It taeks a long tiem. That's whi it duzn't hapen offen to peepl hoo braek eezily, or hav sharp ejes, or hoo hav to be cairfuly kept. Jeneraly, bi th tiem U ar Reeal, moest of yur hair has bin luvd off, and yur ies drop out and U get loos in yur joints and verry shaby. But thees things don't mater at all, becauz wuns U ar Reeal U can't be ugly, exsept to peepl hoo don't understand."
[excerpt from http://www.diac.com/~entente/velrss.htm]

We are being transformed from incapable "stuffed" animals, into a maturity worn and torn by God's love, which surpasses the tears from the mockeries of those who call themselves "real". In the end, we shall receive a body that can sustain His love for eternity and a heart to know Him as we are known.