Not Too Old: Imagination & A Second Childhood

    Dragon cloud in skies

    “Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.”  —Mark Twain

    If your imagination is starved, do not look back to your own experience; it is God whom you need. Go right out of yourself, away from the face of your idols, away from everything that has been starving your imagination. Rouse yourself, and deliberately turn your imagination to God.  

    —Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for his Highest, February 10


    Did you wake up bleary-eyed weary this morning? 

    I did. Some days my mind’s eye is starved dim. Forty-nine feels old and dull when these eyes are blurred with sleep. My imagination must be roused. 

    Maybe it was the turn in seasons. And Lottie Lies Among the Flowers trilled by a lovely young voice abask in laundry nook sunshine as I pray for a pillar in our church who’s at this moment fading into glory.

    Then, the day’s reading: And He will circumcise your hearts and the heart of your offspring. And we will return and hold fast and obey. And the LORD will take great delight in this; God will gather, restore, and go with his people (Deuteronomy 30).


    Vision cleared vivid; I saw the dragon in the clouds. 

    What wondrous love is this, O my soul? And can it be?

    Imagination, Spirit-fed full.

    The Spirit and the Word restored my sight.

    Revived; no longer starved and bleary-eyed.

    I look right-out-of myself and see things unseen. Eternal unseen things. Imagination turns—is turned?—to see the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.

    Aroused, awake, now my bright eyes saw

    “A Second Childhood” 

    By G. K. Chesterton 

    When all my days are ending
    And I have no song to sing,
    I think that I shall not be too old
    To stare at everything;
    As I stared once at a nursery door
    Or a tall tree and a swing.

    Wherein God’s ponderous mercy hangs

    On all my sins and me,
    Because He does not take away
    The terror from the tree
    And stones still shine along the road
    That are and cannot be.

    Men grow too old for love, my love,

    Men grow too old for wine,
    But I shall not grow too old to see
    Unearthly daylight shine,
    Changing my chamber’s dust to snow
    Till I doubt if it be mine.

    Behold, the crowning mercies melt,

    The first surprises stay;
    And in my dross is dropped a gift
    For which I dare not pray:
    That a man grow used to grief and joy
    But not to night and day.

    Men grow too old for love, my love,

    Men grow too old for lies;
    But I shall not grow too old to see
    Enormous night arise,
    A cloud that is larger than the world
    And a monster made of eyes.

    Nor am I worthy to unloose

    The latchet of my shoe;
    Or shake the dust from off my feet
    Or the staff that bears me through
    On ground that is too good to last,
    Too solid to be true.

    Men grow too old to woo, my love,

    Men grow too old to wed;
    But I shall not grow too old to see
    Hung crazily overhead
    Incredible rafters when I wake
    And I find that I am not dead.

    A thrill of thunder in my hair:

    Though blackening clouds be plain,
    Still I am stung and startled
    By the first drop of the rain:
    Romance and pride and passion pass
    And these are what remain.

    Strange crawling carpets of the grass,

    Wide windows of the sky;
    So in this perilous grace of God
    With all my sins go I:
    And things grow new though I grow old,
    Though I grow old and die.

    Some days I wake up feeling old.

    It’s effortful to see. I need a strong Helper to turn my gaze away from me.  Or else my eyes stay dim and imagination starves that day. Without aid, I grow too old to see. 

    Do you feel old and dim, too tired and frail to look beyond the fall?  To dull to be awestruck by the sheer impossibility of being alive at all

    Good news: if you’re in Christ, you’re not. You’re never too old to see.  

    “No eye has seen, nor ear has heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him,”—These things God has revealed to us through the Spirit.
    —1 Corinthians 2:9-10


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