Trembling

For a time, my son's hands would tremble when he sat in his high chair and began to eat this breakfast. It wasn't a long time, neither in the moment (maybe ten minutes at a time) nor in his development (about a month). This was mildly concerning to my wife and me, but it was short lived enough not to cause real anxiety. What stays with me is the sight of a little boy, fifteen months, shaking slightly in innocence and vulnerability. For me, it's an image of the Christian. We are, of course, God's children. And in moments of truth we see we are helpless; we shutter, then, in weakness and for glory.