Children and God
Yesterday afternoon I had three special visitors. They were here for a school project, and after a tour of our building and some intense questionings on Christianity they left. Even though the meeting was longer than I had anticipated, but it was a very memorable 90 minutes of my life. This visit was certainly something prescribed by God for what had ailed me these last couple of days.
For the very first time in my life, I was grilled by eleven year olds about my faith. I was really surprised by the depth of their questions, for I really had not expected these questions from children. But what I had gained that afternoon is beyond my wildest imagination: As I talked to this girl about my belief, and how Jesus had died the most humiliating and painful death for my sake, I saw in her eyes something that I had lost long ago. I really do not have the right words to describe it, but she had to look away when she heard my description of the cross– it was a look of pain,regret, sorrow, compassion, mournfulness….. she saw the cross for the first time…
From the eyes of these babes, I discovered what had been missing in my life, which is the sense of awe and wonder for the work of the cross. As I explained to them the mission of the Church on earth, I was actually listening to my own words with a different set of eyes and ears. Yes, the function of the Church is to be an organism, not an organization. This Church is to be a living being in a hurting world, showing the love of God and His redemption to the hopeless. We exist for the reasons to tell the story of God, and to point people to Jesus. But somehow along the way, we got distracted and forgot who we are.
From the eyes of these children, I saw Jesus again. I had a really challenging week, and have lost my way in the hustle and bustle of life. From their eyes, I heard the calling once again, that is to point the lost the way back to God. Most of all, I am serving a risen Savior, the One who has conquered death and is now in control. I am His disciple.
While the disciples fought over who should be the greatest, Jesus answered them by using a small child as the teaching object. He showed them what greatness meant in the kingdom of God with a child who was considered the lowest of low in the society. According to His teaching, to be part of His Kingdom we as His disciples need to recognize and understand our humble conditions and our need for dependence on Him. It is really interesting to know that the only time Jesus was described as being indignant was when He showed His strong feeling towards those who were unsympathetic towards children and child likeness. Furthermore He had compared this unbelieving generation to those who are childish, petulant and selfish people playing a game, wanting to be entertained, wanting their way in everything, and controlling others.
As I drove home yesterday, I began to do some serious soul-searching: am I striving to be childlike in my walk or have I become childish in my behavior? There is a very tight fine line between being humble and dependent; proud and self-sufficient and if I am not watchful I can wander off easily. The children showed me what it is like to have simple faith of a child, and I need to go back to that place where I first met Jesus.
I need to be a child all over again. To be in awe and in wonder….