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THE PEDIATRICIAN AND GOD.


Pediatrics is a sub-specialty of medicine that deals with the care of children and the treatment of children’s diseases. In simple terms, it is a sub-specialty of medicine that cares for the total or complete health of children. Any doctor who specializes in this aspect of medicine is hence referred to as a PEDIATRICIAN.
The practicing pediatrician knows only too well that it is sometimes hard to examine and treat children, especially those kids who are not old enough to articulate properly (between years 0 and 5). Other children, specifically kids between ages 5 and 15 are easier to attend to because they can explain how they feel and what is wrong with them. From the child who cannot speak, the best bet is usually to listen to the parent of such a child. However, for the child that can voice out, the physician may have to ask the parent of the child to step out so as to get maximal information out of the child without having the parent(s) give unneeded input.
Relating this to God and our relationship with Him; when we are not yet up to the level of maturity that God expects from us, He still allows us to come to Him through intermediaries, letting them discern his will for us on our request. This is just like a child who’s with a pediatrician and can’t tell the doctor what is wrong with him.
The issue is this: just as we grow physically, God expects us to grow spiritually and to get to a level where we do not need an intermediary to get across to him- i.e. when he can easily ask them to step out just like the pediatrician asks the parent of a maturing child to.
At this point, we would have become spiritual “teenagers” and maturing adults, well on our way to becoming a legal adult in the kingdom. This is the when the viability of intimacy can be truly ascertained.
To get close to him, get the intermediary out! Shalom.

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