When I think of nudity, I think of my children.  First, they were born that way. Second, my kids loved to run around the house naked.  Every night after dinner, we'd get our toddlers cleaned up and then strip them down in preparation for bath and bed time.  They'd run through the house with total joy and without even a hint of modesty.  When we had three boys under the age of three, we proclaimed it "Naked Nudie Boy Time."  It was a whole new Happy Hour.  It was the best part of the day and yes, that even included the occasional accident on the carpet.

Back then, I wondered a bit anxiously if they'd grow up to be Nudists. They were so free and so happy to be uncovered.  As they aged, however, they became more inhibited (like the rest of us).  By the time they reached pre-kindergarten,  Naked Nudie Boy Time was simply a memory.  They learned to keep themselves all covered up and fell in line with what everyone else was doing.  They turned in their freedom for a 36 pack of Crayolas and a backpack.


But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these." (Luke 18:16)

What does it really means to come to Him as a little child?  It means a lot of things, but I've just realized, it's got to also mean to come naked.  Bare it all to the one who made you.  Drop the masks, the facade, the pretense.  Just be like a little one....with nothing to hide. Naked.
I know I've hindered my children from coming, just as they are.  I've constrained them in the name of society, in the name of reputation, in the fear of "what will others think?"  I'm not just talking about nudity here anymore.  Do you feel comfortable approaching God, just as you are? And if you don't, do you think your children will?