Being like a child...

I just finished 'reading' a non-fiction book on tape called Mosaic by Diane Armstrong. It's about a Holocaust survivor researching her family roots to recapture her Jewish heritage that was lost when her family raised her Catholic to avoid the concentration camps. She recollects the tensions between her parents as both struggled to keep a secret that would keep their family alive one more day. "Long before my brain knew, my heart understood" she says, explaining the lense she saw as a child of the world around her, and the life she lived.
I like that. Maybe that's why Jesus tells us to have faith like a child, because children tend to listen to their hearts first. They haven't learned to turn them off yet. Good word!