“Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift.” Psalm 127.3
Kids come in all ages and sizes. The dynamics of kids knowing no age boundaries, behavior limitations, and limits to hope is what, to me, makes them the yeast of life. Nothing happens without their interactions, catalyst, and belief.
During the last three days, “kids” gave me a fresh dose of optimism for the future. Like most true medicine, I did not realize that I was taking a remedy until well after the fact. I am not sure the names are important, however their sense of hope and adventure is well intact.
Two sisters adjusting to a new life with new friends, city, and culture. Every foundation of their old routines is gone – school, where to shop, places to ride and skate, and how and where to worship. Their willingness to take on major traumatic change, and search for the fun spots in the day were the very attributes that help give me hope. They found excitement in counting the steps to the giant bell atop Notre Dame. They laughed and looked in amazement at the art in the Museum D’Orsay – discovering beauty in the unusual and wonder in creativity and beauty. They enjoyed gifts that came their way, innocent of manipulation or greed, the though never crossing their minds.
I walked into a kid’s room Sunday, wondering which angle of attack the G.I. Joe’s were going to use. I saw them immediately; six in quiet formation, looking very much like a platoon resting while on recon. The Ninja clad soldier on watch was a recent addition. The action figures where toys from long ago and the child’s age long surpassed the range on the original toy boxes. People say we need to be a certain age, often young, to believe in God. Should either statement be true?
Walking with God requires being a kid. Try the walk with eyes of wonder, imagination, a fresh cup of hope in the future, and a willingness to play. God is fun, just like GI Joe and Paris!
