Vicky’s* magic

Last week, my husband was sleeping off a tiring day at work when he was woken up with a loud banging on the door. Sleepy-eyed, he opened the door to see our friendly neighborhood brat, Vicky. He’s all of four, bursting to the seams with energy and always radiant with cheer. Of course, no polite niceties followed. Just a question, “Do you want to see magic?” with no expectations of a response. He walked in and enthusiastically proceeded to show Balaji, (my sleepy hubby) what he had in mind.

• Vicky producing a plastic plate: “Can you see light?”
• My husband: “No.”
• Vicky secreting a torch out of his then-mysteriously-bulging, now-demystified T. Shirt and placing it under the plastic plate, letting the light shine through: “See there’s light! Magic!”
• My husband, all bright and awake, pretending not to see the torch: “Wow Vicky! How did you do that? You’re a magician!”
  

Of course, we laughed ourselves to tears as my husband recounted this incident. It was the child’s simple confidence that the door would be opened, he would be invited in and appreciated for his efforts that touched our hearts.

And then my husband reflected: Isn’t that the way it is with God? Maybe that’s the ‘magical’ belief we all need to have – that our Heavenly Father has an open-door policy for His kids.

* Name changed, you-know-why.