And they were bringing children to him that he might touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. But when Jesus saw it, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” (Mark 10:13-15 ESV)
I love to watch children at play when they don’t know I’m watching. Face it, ladies, this is true entertainment!
Give a gaggle of young girls a bin of Barbies, make yourself a big cup of coffee and settle yourself down to an hour or two of unscripted fun. Notice I didn’t say clean. No, these girls play for keeps and rarely does a doll not fall victim of a horrible tragedy; falling off high couches, out of plastic cars or tumbling to their death . . . in my clothes dryer. But then there are babies. Oh, there are babies! When they were young, if my daughters ever got into a duster, I guarantee you it was over who had more of the baby Barbie dolls. In Barbies, she who has the most babies . . . wins.
You know, kids are just real. They just get life. They know how to be creative, to dream and to be present.
When I read the passages in Matthew and Mark about the disciples trying to keep the children away from Christ, I always wonder how dirty these tykes were. How sticky or perhaps even snotty they may have been. Can you imagine Jesus’ friends’ concern over a child wiping a runny nose on his garment?
But Jesus loved them. He designed them and in fact used their openness, love, faith and trust as an example to show us how we are to live and embrace Him.
You see, when it comes to Christianity, he who loves the most . . . wins.
Lord, teach us to let go of our self-consciousness and help us to run to you with open arms, hands outstretched to grab hold of grimy hands – both big and small – inviting them to join us as we rush towards eternity.