This past Saturday I had a first as a pastor. I had the awesome privelage of facilitating a spiritual blessing/child dedication for some good friends of ours. We held it at a neutral non-church site, at a park in Denver. Those friends and family who'd be more hesitant to enter a church for this occassion were all present to hear just how important Jesus is to these young parents.
I've spent a lot of time with this 3 year old and 4 month old which made my words meaningful to the parents and to me. Despite the beauty of the time, the family, the ceremony, I'm not sure I realized the significance of the experience...until about 12:30am last night.
Soon after drifting off I awoke thinking about this 3 year old who has this easy way of lightening the mood and brightening the face of anyone who happens to notice him.
I awoke and I was drawn to my knees to pray for him. I began thinking about Mark 10:13-16 and how ticked off Jesus became when the disciples were hindering the children and probably their young parents as well who were trying to get Jesus to touch them and bless them.
In preparing for last Saturday I learned that God is crazy about kids.
And it humbles me when I'm reminded that he calls me one of his. Hugh gave me a profound image during the gathering a couple weeks ago. He said God was like the pround parent at the baseball game holding the video camera hoping to capture our every move because we were his beloved children.
What a thought...What a truth...Do i get it? Do you?
We are his beloved kids and when I really get it, it changes the way I see everything.
Abba, our heavenly, yet powefully present Lord, has his camera proudly rolling. And there's nothing you can do to take that feeling away from him.
"And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them."