AGAIN, DADDY, AGAIN…

Playing with our 2 year old Joaquin is a lot of fun.  Last night, I taught him how to punch like Manny Pacquiao.  After he did it to me, I responded by acting like I was a punching bag.  He laughed so hard he wanted to do it again.  So he did.  And I reacted the same way.  He said, “Again, Daddy, again.”  So he punched, and I acted.  ”Again!”  So he punched again and I acted.  This happened a few times.

Stuff like these are fun.  But at some point, it gets old.

I remembered what G.K. Chesterton said about God not getting tired.  Tyler Kenny calls it the “Childlikeness of God.”

A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.

But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical ENCORE.

—G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, p. 42