Christianity is not about building an absolutely secure little niche in the world where you can live with your perfect little wife and your perfect little children in your beautiful little house where you have no gays or minority groups anywhere near you. Christianity is about learning to love like Jesus loved and Jesus loved the poor and Jesus loved the broken.
I was reading in Matthew this morning and came across a little scene that sparked my thoughts. It’s the well-known passage where the disciples keep some children from coming to Jesus, and Jesus corrects them.
Here’s the passage, Luke 19:13-14. “Then people brought little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked them. Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’”
Today I read the whole chapter and it occurred to me that this little scene is in a strange place contextually. Just before this Jesus was in a big debate with the Pharisees on divorce. They came asking, “Is it right for a man to divorce his wife for any and every reason?”
There are some things my parents used to say to me that I never thought I’d ever say. But things have changed. Now that I have a 4 1/2 year old and 3 year old running around the house, I’m starting to sound a bit like a broken record (or perhaps a sampled drum loop, if we need a less anachronistic metaphor.)
One of those phrases is, “What do you say?” I say this pretty much constantly.
Someone gets cookies. “What do you say?” Someone gets juice. “What do you say?” Someone gets a present from grandma. “What do you say?” My kids have learned to do amazing things. Their vocabulary constantly surprises me. Their problem solving skills are delightful. But remembering to say “Thank you” is, apparently, outside their reach.