Last Sunday I was in West Virginia for a family reunion, which reminded me of another like gathering I hosted back when my grandson Rowen was just a tiny little guy.
He was fascinated by a wooly worm. He pointed at it and laughed. He put his finger close to it, almost touching it, then he’d pull back and laugh some more.
But when I picked up the furry critter and put it in his hand, he threw it down and burst into tears, only a few moments later to start the whole thing over . . . pointing, almost touching, laughing.
Rowen was flirting with the wooly worm . . . like many of us when it comes to God, Rowen liked the idea of the wooly worm much more than he liked the wooly worm himself.
Like many of us when it comes to God, Rowen wanted to get close to the wooly worm, but not too close . . .
The question begs to be asked, what is it that we so fear from something or someone we instinctively know is inviting, interesting, even fun?
Why do we pull back . . . from wooly worms? From God?