Here's something I wrote back in 2005, unedited:
I came to a red light in front of the Turtle Back Zoo today and I had
the delight of seeing a mother crossing the street with her little
boy. He couldn't have been more than 2 years old. His hand was in his
mother's as he bounded across the street, hopping and taking his tiny
running strides as his mother calmly walked beside him. When they came
to the other side the mother let go of the child's hand and immediately
his spunk and energy seemed to leave him, and he walked calmly forward
while his mother followed close behind.
He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take
away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is
pleased even with their stumbles. Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our
cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but
still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe
from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he
has been forsaken, and still obeys.
- from "The Screwtape Letters," by C.S. Lewis (written from the point of view of a devil uncle to his devil nephew)
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