There is something almost supernatural about the interaction between the very old and the very young. It's as if they are each so very close to heaven that there is a common bond.....one having just arrived from the intimate creation of life, in constant communion with their Heavenly Father; the other on the final stages before their return to His side.
I know Mr. Harold knows no greater joy than when his "Little Anna" visits. The dull monotony of his days clears from his eyes, and the light that fills them is nothing short of awe. I wonder of this. It's as if he comprehends something of the profoundly spiritual in her innocence that only one so very close to heaven can experience.
For me, this picture seems to capture the entire story of this interaction......her eyes looking towards Jesus....his hands reaching to touch a piece of heaven on earth. The endearment in his eyes speaks beyond words. The contrasts are astounding: Wrinkled....smooth; Full of years.....full of potential; Both are weak.....yet His strength shines brightly through them.
I, for one, am humbled to be a witness to this interaction. It's one of those treasures buried along the road of life that doesn't come without careful observation. It lies a ways off the beaten path. Finding it slows you down a bit, but the reward itself is priceless.....an insight into the larger plan of the Creator that is only available to those willing to uncover it.
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14
