Tuesday, November 29, 2016

kids

Then little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray.  The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them; but Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belong."  Matthew 19:22

On my way home from work, I usually pass a construction site, where large pieces of equipment are moving around piles of dirt, digging large holes, transporting pipes and lumber from place to place.  Something big is being built, something new is going up, but there is no signage indicating what is taking place. 

The other day, I noticed them.  Against the immense drama of the construction, one could easily overlook them.  It was a father sitting on the sidewalk, his child standing next to him, and an empty stroller.  The little one was absolutely mesmerized by the activity going on before their eyes.  The movement, the noise, the sheer enormity of the machinery dancing before their eyes kept them both enthralled.  I could see the child lean over to Dad and say something, and he would reply, while pointing to something only the two of them could see.

I wonder if that's what Jesus was doing with the kids who were brought to him.  He would sit on the ground and they would stand next to him watching something only they could see.  They would ask him about what was going on, and he would point to God moving governments and history around so that the kingdom of justice could be built; of a hole deep enough to hold all our foolishness being dug; of shelters for the homeless and forgotten being erected; of injustices being turned into opportunities to serve others, of weapons being broken converted into garden implements.  The day is coming, Jesus would whisper to the kids, when the poor will be welcomed at the wedding feasts, when the forgotten will be remembered, when children will be heard not just overlooked, when hope will overcome despair, gentleness will replace bitterness, love will be preferred over hate.

Something big is being built, something new is going up.  Can we become kids again, and stop to notice?

(c) 2016 Thom M. Shuman

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