A Kingdom of Kids
We have a bunch of kids. Sometimes it’s really cool and fun, other times it’s just this side of insanity.
Sunday I nearly lost it as I stood to close the service with more worship and glanced over and saw Faith walking around in her big brothers shoes and socks…but I also recognised it was a moment when God was making a point to us.
We allow the kids to participate in worship at many levels. They gather at the front and dance, and run and take things away from one another.
Are they worshipping?
How would we know?
Believe it or not kids figure pretty highly in the kingdom of God that Jesus proclaimed.
I could quote the relevant passages, but instead you should look them up.
When I start down the path to Christmas and understanding the incarnation where God invades by His own version of “Operation Freedom” I am struck by the innuendo and position that children play in the drama.
First there is the whole baby Jesus thing.
If you haven’t thought about the fact that the Creator of the universe who spoke entire worlds into existence went thru a period where he could make no intelligible speech (think Faith and her incessant talking which apparently is words, just words no one knows), then you need to think about it.
It is preposterous to imagine that the God of all has so much faith in us that he trusted his development and birth to a “maiden” named Miriam (Mary) somewhere in the neighborhood of 13-15 years of age.
Let that sink in for a moment…imagine God turning to someone like Ariel,or Alex, or Emily…you know a teenage girl, and entrusting them with the care and welfare of the Savior of all mankind.
Then there’s the whole insanity of Caesar when he orders the death of all the baby males from the time he heard from the wise men.
A little studious digging will uncover the huge possibility that the shepherds watching their flocks by night were actually young boys relegated to the menial task as lowest on the totem pole in the priesthood.
Migdal Eder was the place of Rachel’s tomb, near Bethlehem, but it was also the place where they would keep the sheep for Passover. So these kids were temple shepherds who kept the thousands of sheep that had to be brought up to Jerusalem. Their job was to inspect the sheep to make sure they were perfect and appropriate for the sacrifice. So Migdal Eder happens to be next to the little village where Jesus is born. And the shepherds nearby come inspect the Lamb to see if it’s worthy and then go out proclaiming.
Anyway the point I’m trying to make is that God sees kids differently than we do.
He seems to have no problem letting them become part of His salvation program, and if we want to participate fully with what He’s doing, we need to allow the kids to step up and involve themselves as much as possible.
I am open to suggestions…but ultimately I would like to see our children so involved that the world has to once again stop and listen to the perfect praise coming from the mouths of babes.