Symptoms of Chronic Childhood

by Paul C. Binotto

© 2020

Lovingly dedicated to my foster son, Kadan.

Every day is an adventure with a four-year-old – I love his amazing imagination! It’s contagious; and it thaws and rekindles my own imagination and refills me with the wonderment of a fresh new world; one for me that has long ago grown dull under the tarnish of toil and time.

Were it only so that such a contagion would spread to every corner of the world as seed of the next great pandemic. Symptoms would be unmistakable; there’d be chronic silly-goose giggles in Greece, feverish chuckle coughs in China, and burps and belly-laughs in Brazil.

And, the only antidote would be to give thanks and praise to our God for having such great wisdom as to mercifully admonish us, “unless you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:3).

I do every day.

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