When I was small, I mean really small, there were two copper plagues in my bedroom. They had pressed into the metal the image of a little child praying. The one, with the child on their knees at their bedside, had the bedtime prayer on it:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my souls to take.
The other, as I remember it, had the child facing in the opposite direction with their hands folded at a table. It bore the words of a mealtime prayer:
God is great, God is good.
Now we thank Him for our food.
These simple child-like prayers say so much. They express everything that needs to be said, and with an innocence that is so powerful. I have since then studied theology to the highest levels. I have been in full time ministry, and now teach theology. I have a highly developed theological vocabulary, and can argue apologetics until the cows come home. But it is the simplicity of these, my earliest prayers that still speak to my heart.
Jesus challenged us to be like little children. And it is that raw, pure faith of a child that we should all strive to be returning to. Does that mean we shouldn’t be “mature” in our faith? Of course not. But, what it does require, is for us to explore exactly what that maturity looks like. Maybe we might just find it on little copper plagues.