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Let the Babies be Babies

It would be silly for me to try to force my daughter to stand when she is only 4 months old. I would sound stupid if I tried to reason with her about things she could be doing better. I would be completely frustrated if I tried to teach her to talk when she is just not capable of it at this point in time. Yet, how often do we do these very things to other Christians that are just babes in Christ? A person gets saved and all of the sudden other Christians start telling them what they can and cannot do. A cuss word slips out and they get the look. They show up to church with their lesbian partner and they get thrown out. If we used these same techniques with our own children how long do you think they would survive? How long do you think my baby would survive if I withheld food every time she didn’t do what I expected? So why do we believe we have the right to treat God’s children different than we would our own? How can we expect them to grow and survive if we take away the milk of the Word that they need to survive? Why do we try to make them act like mature adults when they are just babies? 

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