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One of life’s greatest pleasures must surely be watching one’s first grandchild grow up.  Day by day, he shows beguiling signs of physical and mental development.  The fact that he can now do or say this or that new action or verbalisation is continually fascinating.  Most of all, I think, how wonderful it is to see the individual appear, in all his uniqueness and emerging personality.  There can never be anything quite like him, even a sibling; a new human being commanding our attention and respect.

For the individual to lay claim to this singleness, it is not at all necessary for him or her to be rich or famous in worldly terms.  All that he has to do is exist.  No matter who he is, I remember reading once, he will leave his footprints in the clay we all walk on, and they will be inextinguishable.  The universe knows who he is; who each one of us is.

As so often happens, the Bible gets there before us.  “And some there be, which have no memorial; who are perished, as though they had never been; and are become as though they had never been born; and their children after them… [but] their name liveth for evermore” (Ecclesiasticus 44: 9,14).  The conviction that each one of us is known to the universe – that we can never live or die in secret – is the impulse propelling the perception that faith being essentially a human work of art tends to favour those parts of faith which acknowledge this intermingling of humanity and the rest of creation in particular ways, and celebrate it.  More than Judaism’s communitarianism of the people (Genesis 28:3) and Islam’s emphasis on the ummah, the collective, Christianity is attentive to the ever-shifting, often painful  balance between humankind and “God”.  The whole New Testament is a meditation, in various styles and different emphases, on this aspect of humanism, entranced by the concept of “God” appearing to us as an individual.

Our grandson can believe what he likes, of course, but I hope that over the years he will always be willing and able to exercise and celebrate his individualism, meshing with ours. We love him for it.  Day by day that interaction grows like a plant.

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