In my darkest seasons, I’ve found it nearly impossible to read through long treatises on the character and love of God (as wonderful as many of them are). But I’ve picked up children’s books and been warmed by their simple and beautiful reminders of the truth of God’s love for me. C. S. Lewis was right: “A children’s story which is enjoyed only by children is a bad children’s story.”
And it’s suffering adults who especially need the ministry of children’s books.
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