Tuesday, January 14, 2014

They Were Alive.

"Children collected butterflies, coins, stamps, arrowheads, feathers, rocks, and insects. They bought magazines and traded them with one another. They traded baseball cards. They played rummy, poker, pinochle, and cribbage. They mapped the woods. They learned bird calls. They foraged for nuts, and mushrooms, and berries. They jumped off bridges into streams. They rode freight trains. They needed no committees. They were alive."

"It has been many years since I have seen a child, of any age, lying on a grassy field and staring up at the sky."

(-Anthony Esolen, Ten Ways to Destroy the Imagination of Your Child.)

Instead we have this:

Children can't be bothered to look up there at the sky anymore. Our culture has has spoiled their wonder. They are not alive. They only exist. There's no beauty in just breathing but not living. And there's no beauty in just living, but not living well. "Spend your life," says N.D. Wilson. "And if time is a river, may you leave a wake." 

And may our children have the courage to do the "brave nothing of beholding the sky"(Esolen). 


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