the musings of this nigerian gal

What is the color of innocence?

Is it white?

Blue? Baby blue, perhaps?

What shape does it take?

Is it the face of a new born baby?

Or the trusting eyes of a two year old?

When I was a little girl, I was always sent out of the room whenever my parents or aunts wanted to have an “adult talk”.

Why?

They wanted to preserve my innocence.

I grew up in a society where politics, economics, even religion were not discussed in the presence of a child.

Such topics were too big for the children’s “innocent” ears.

Is innocence ignorance then?

Is it impossible for a person to be vast in knowledge and still be innocent?

I don’t think so.

That’s like saying all adults have had their innocence shattered.

What then is innocence?

Innocence is not ignorance. It is maintaining that heart posture of childlike wonder, despite the news one hears daily. And the things one learns in the classroom 25hrs/wk.

Innocence is the heart that finds the flower growing in the crack in the ground.

Innocence is the heart that doesn’t lose sight of the blue sky because of the soot filling the street.

Innocence is the heart surrendered to God.

A heart that is yielded to the creator of the universe.

A heart that sees as the Father shows him.

Ever wondered why innocence is always associated with children?

Because no one captures that posture as well as they do.

In their simple and complete trust.

In their dependence.

In their wide-eyed wonder.

In their ever-hopeful disposition.

In their belief that nothing is ever impossible.

In their ability to see the good in everything.

In their never-ending sense of adventure.

In the colors they glimpse all around them.

Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

Renowned Pastor Bill Johnson also said, “you can only enter into the kingdom to the measure you have received it as a child.”

Innocence is childlikeness.