I watched a young man and his little boy play around a shopping cart as they waited at the bus stop.

I wondered, as I watched the little boy, if we return to the same sort of innocence when we move on from this life.

I wondered if the life to come will hold the same childlike innocence the boy was exploring. While watching him, I recalled the moments when the smells were new, the smiles was never fleeting and the joy was all that I knew…

before this life of choices had truly transpired; before my sins had made their impact in my age of accountability.

Purity to come: the promise to those in Christ. The type of purity that is only–minimally–found in the playfulness of a child, as he waits for the bus to take him home, while under the watchful eye of the father.

Are we not under that same watchful eye?