Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Faith of a Child - Part 4


"She's being a butt-face!" Little Girl
"That's not a nice thing to say.
Maybe you can pray that she will be
nicer tomorrow, " Mommy
"I know what I'll pray!
I'm gonna ask God
to put a sock in her mouth!" Little Girl.

Search the world over, and you will never find anyone more honest that a child, or the childlike. On one of my friend's FaceBook status, he mentioned that his first experience in kids church was a child saying that he needed help 'wiping'. Now if you've worked with children this does not frighten you at all, or even make you pause. To the rookie, a statement like that can blow you away!
Children are not political. They don't know the meaning of the word tact. They don't see multiple sides of each view. They only see their own. They have to be taught the proper times and places for words. But something can be lost. That 'something' is what these last posts have been all about. This one? It's about honesty. Loose that facade. Drop the mask. Show yourself, raw and wounded. Honesty.
I remember growing up in Sunday School when no one wanted to pray out loud. We were old enough to be concerned about what we would say and how it would sound. Not just to God, but to the friends around us who were hearing also. In the decades since then, I have come to an understanding. The only One that is listening and that matters is not going to diagram your sentence. He's not grading your grammar. He doesn't even care if the words make sense. You see, He hears your heart. So no matter how bad or good your prayer sounds, He's not only listening to it. He's hearing what you're thinking. He's hearing the honesty.
So, step back. Use your words. The ones that expose you. Stomp your foot. He's not intimidated. Wait and see, He will be honest with you. Be honest with Him.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Faith of a Child - 3


Jesus loves the little children,

all the children of the world.

Red and yellow, black and white,

they are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children

of the world.

Prejudice is nothing new. Even Elizabeth Bennett in Jane Austin's novel held her own prejudices. Everyone struggles with prejudice. Anyone who says otherwise is either lying or hasn't dug deep enough into themselves. The biggies are race, gender, creed or religion. But the truth is, we are all prejudice or afraid of anything or anyone different. That 'different' could be from ourselves or even what we have become accustomed to.

A perfect representation is what has happened across the Deep South and East Coast over the last few decades. When Central American immigrants began to travel east, we here in the South were faced with a new race in our neighborhoods, grocery stores and schools. Used to only two races in our communities, we have had to adjust. And who among us adjusts to change well? The Australian Aborigines were not a free people until the middle to end of the twentieth century. That is in our lifetime and how can that be possible? The Jews of the 1940's were called 'Christ Killers'. Have we forgotten that it was our sin that held Him on those beams of wood? He hasn't.

Is this the way He wants us to live? Obviously not, as the words of that little chorus tell us. No matter who or what they are, Jesus loves them. No matter who or what you are, He loves you. Scriptures tell us that He does not respect one person above another. King or peasant. Millionaire or beggar. Slave or slaver. Believer or unbeliever. Not one of us can outrun His love for us. Even our own hate is snuffed out by His love. There is not one moment of your life that He has not loved you. Whether you are the victim or abuser. He was grieved by what you did or what you received and He loved you. In that horrible moment, He loved you.