Faith of a Five-Year-Old

“In Jesus name Amen,” I said after blessing the food before lunch at kid’s summer camp. Suddenly a tiny voice piped up from one five-year-old girl asking,

 “Hey Pete, why do you take your hat off when you pray?”

I was taken aback, first, because I was amazed that she paid such close attention to my prayer, and second, because no one had ever asked me that before.

“Well,” I slowly cleared my throat in an attempt at gaining a moment to think, “It’s in the Bible. Men have to take off their hats, but not the ladies.”

Seeming to feel that was good enough, my five-year-old friend smiled and nodded and then began munching on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She was satisfied, but her question got me asking myself, “Just why do I take my hat off, close my eyes, or bow my head when I pray?” Then I recalled that my mom had taught me to pray, “Bless us O Lord and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive. Amen.” Those were simple words, but they covered just about everything that God expects when we pray. In the book of Luke, Jesus tells a little story about how two men prayed.

Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: “God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.” But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, “God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” Luke 18:10-12

Without even reading the rest of the story, we already know who Jesus wants us to be like. Maybe that Pharisee would have even prayed differently if he had just taken time to listen to himself. God also loves it when five-year-olds humbly ask honest questions about prayer, then respectfully listen to the answers, before munching on their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And Jesus loves it when we pray with the faith of a child, listen with their willingness to learn, and then gratefully receive those gifts that He has prepared for us to receive!

Before I Knew Him There

I did my best to visit but
Her memory was thin
And she kept asking if I knew
When she’d go home again

“What difference can I make?”
I asked and slumped down in my chair
“In just an hour or so she will
Not know that I was there”

So, I slipped out of the doorway
Hoping that perhaps I’d find
The answers to the questions
Parading through my mind

After I walked a mile the rain
Began to fall and I
Started looking for a shelter
Underneath a tree nearby

There clinging to its highest branch
Stood a cardinal and he
When he saw me started singing
In his cheery joyful glee

And His melodies brought memories
Like echoes from a well
Reminding me of promises
That I only knew too well

Of my Savior and His passion
And the cross He chose to bear
To pay the price so high and deep
Before I knew Him there

"… to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."
Ephesians 3:18b-19 NIV


Before I Knew Him There
by Peter Caligiuri
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I am dedicating this poem to the memory of my precious stepmom Amy, (pictured in the feature photo with my dad.) Amy battled Parkinson’s Disease for the last 6 years of her life and passed away in 2004. Though the scene in “Before I Knew Him There” is an imaginary composite, it is one that I see a bit of every week as I visit in the memory care wing of a local facility. I also dedicate this little poem to all those whose loved ones are passing through the veil of memory loss, or who are perhaps beginning that journey themselves.

Welcoming the Holy Spirit

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Matthew 28:18 KJV

Growing up Lutheran in the 1950’s our catechism class taught us that God was a Trinity: The Father, Son and Holy Ghost. We were all pretty clear on who The Father was, and obviously Jesus was His Son, but “Who is this Holy Ghost?” we asked each other. On the way to school my friend Wally and I decided to ask our Catholic buddy Louie. We figured that maybe the Catholics knew. But Louie was as mystified as we were!

Of course, as I grew older, I discovered that the Holy Ghost was the Holy Spirit and though that made it a bit clearer, it was still easy to dismiss His importance, or to think of Him as the Junior Partner of the Trinity. But He is no less than the other persons of the Trinity. By the Holy Spirit, Jesus was conceived in Mary. By the Holy Spirit’s hovering over the waters of a dark planet, God created all life and by power and action of the Holy Spirit, Christ is born into our hearts by faith. So, as we wake up each morning, we should remind ourselves that it is the Holy Spirit who stands ready to walk with us, protect us, and empower us. Why not welcome Him into our lives today and ask Him to guide our thoughts, actions and words? As we welcome Him this way, we will discover the wonder of walking with Him through everything and anything that lies ahead. Inviting the Spirit of God into the home of our hearts makes Him our Savior, but when we put the keys to our front door into His hands, He becomes our Lord!