Junior Ganymede
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Sleeping Younguns

December 21st, 2016 by G.

On the sweetness of Mormon life.

Really, on the sweetness of fatherhood and motherhood.

There is something irreplaceable about carrying your small, sleeping children to bed.  It is an experience that never palls.

In sleep, veritas.  The resting face of the slumberer is a window on the soul.

Now, children are naturally savages.  And the scriptures tell us that the natural man is an enemy to God.  But I take it that the “natural man” is more a matter of trajectory than of anything else.  Being an enemy to God is where we would naturally end up, as Adam and Eve learned when they were barred from the tree of life, lest they live forever in their sins.  (“Naturally”–but the awesome world-breaking power of repentance makes us all supernatural men).

And if we don’t always live up to that promise, why, the promise in the young, sleeping face is itself wonderful.

Even more wonderful if this is the one child whose face will never take on a pinched look as it grows.

Anyhow, there you have it: the experience of seeing a sleeping child, and some reflections on what it means.  But the main thing is the experience.

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December 21st, 2016 08:38:24
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Bruce Charlton
December 22, 2016

Just so, absolutely right.

Indeed all my family, of whatever age, are often beautiful and good to contemplate when they sleep. I think love helps me perceive this, but there is something natural about it too.

(As for “the natural man is an enemy to God” – as you make clear later, I feel that this refers to the natural man who is wholly satisfied by his natural state; the unrepentant natural man who regards his ‘natural instincts’ as god.)


bobdaduck
December 22, 2016

The natural man is an enemy to God, *until* he yields to the enticing of the holy spirit.

At that point, he is a friend. Still the natural man, just, growing properly.


JRL in AZ
December 27, 2016

Carrying my sleeping kids from the car to their beds is one of the priceless moments that I treasure most. It is absolutely one of my favorite things, mostly because it reminds me of my dad carrying me in to bed. That was the best. I believe that it is one of the crowning moments of mortality.


Bookslinger
December 27, 2016

It is perhaps the most God-like kind of moment an earthly father can have.

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