Our two and a half year old daughter, Blythe, recently declaimed the following confession. She did so while sitting on the front porch, as her mother tended to our ferns, rose bushes and mint plants. We're not exactly sure where she got these ideas, but they have the flavor of St. Francis mixed with Dr. Seuss, infused with what might be regarded by a small number of scholars as a Kuyperian reading of Genesis 2. As I celebrate my birthday today, it makes me happy to know that I made it into her vision of the world. Her mother, of course, is presupposed in the birth narrative.
I was borned yesterday.
Daddy put me up in the world
and then I was born in Jesus
and all the angels looked to me
and then all the animals looked to me
up in the world.
Made me so so nice and warm-like
Make peanut butter all over me.
Had to take a bath and go nite nite.
I was born
and all things were there.