i was young and little, and i believed in the tooth fairy. i remember how i used to get really excited when i found a tooth to be shaky. i would constantly and subtly use my tongue, to coax it into deracination. i found it rather suspicious at first, like would this fairy know i had a missing tooth? would she know to look under my pillow for it? and then reward/comfort me with a penny?

well like every other naive innocent kid i prized my first tooth, washed it and packed the treasured tooth into a piece of tissue, then tucked it nicely under my pillow. i prayed to God asking Him to remind the tooth fairy of my mark to adulthood, and tried to "catch the tooth fairy in action" through half-closed eyes disguised with my sleepy face. i imagined her flying through the window grills and coming up close to my face. well of course, i couldn't stay awake and eventually fell off to sleep.

and the next morning i opened my eyes and recalled my major-league plan. took a deep breath and pried the pillow out from under my head. lo and behold i found a really shiny twenty cent coin. i cant really remember if the tooth was still there but i recall running around the house telling the world how i made my twenty cents as though i had just stumbled upon a million dollar career. i remember thinking if the incisors could fetch twenty cents, the molars would have earned me a fortune. i felt like the luckiest kid in the world.

the tooth fairy however, seemed to be a little unfaithful in time to come, only occasionally remembering to reward me for my martyrdom to bring her the sacrifice. and in time to come, she forgot about me altogether. and in time to come, i moved on to being facinated about bigger things; like how santa claus could actually come into my house to place a present at my christmas tree in the living room when my house had no chimney. my mom told me santa claus used the main door, and how she unlocked the gate to let her in. and how i was in utter disbelief on how she could not have thought of waking me up so that i could meet santa myself.

don't you remember the times when you were a kid? times where everything was so simple and innocent, so mysterious and enticing. times where you believed that you could fly if u willed yourself hard enough to.

i guess its what we grown-ups(?) like to cite as child-like faith. something we were all once capable off but seem to have become too sophiscated for. aren't we still children in God's eyes? yes we may have grown up, weathered the storms and bagged a reputable catch of experiences, but some things doesn't change does it? our faith in God acclaims independently from our situations and fixes. our faith in God is more than capable of being child-like.

i say we rid ourselves from the suit and tie, shed the image of a "weathered-man". God deserves a faith more authentic and capitulate.

and i still deserve to know how my mom put those coins under my pillow without me knowing.