I am blessed with many things. And many of them others find odd, irritating or downright offensive. I have the ability to say the wrong thing. To do the wrong thing. To be the wrong thing. I say the word “Sorry” and sometimes my apology is accepted and sometimes not. Sometimes I want to hug away the hurt and sometimes my hug is welcome and sometimes not. Sometimes I just want to be hugged and sometimes I am and sometimes not.
An argument arose among them as to which one of them was the greatest. But Jesus, aware of their inner thoughts, took a little child and put it by his side, and said to them, ‘Whoever welcomes this child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me; for the least among all of you is the greatest.’ John answered, ‘Master, we saw someone casting out demons in your name, and we tried to stop him, because he does not follow with us.’ But Jesus said to him, ‘Do not stop him; for whoever is not against you is for you.’ Luke 9:46-50
And always I now find the world of a child easier to understand than that of the adult world I am supposed to inhabit.
Children accept much more easily than adults. Children forgive more readily than adults. Children forget the unimportant stuff and remember the important stuff so much more enthusiastically than adults. Children live on the moment so much more than adults. Children love in the moment so much more than adults.
‘Whoever welcomes this child in my name welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me; for the least among all of you is the greatest.’
‘Do not stop him; for whoever is not against you is for you.’
The more I read of Jesus the more I see a child.
And the more I wonder why it takes me so long to un-learn thinking myself so much more sophisticated and wise than a child. I cannot undo being an adult. I have no desire to undo being an adult. But as a grandparent I am learning than I have confused adult knowledge as sought after “wisdom” for too long. I have valued the judgement of others as the measure of my worth. I have accepted too readily that fitting-in is the objective of adulthood.
And all of “that” applies to the bible, to religion, to church and to “following” … My personal portfolio of belief was encouraged and taught to place all of that before all of this.
An argument arose among them as to which one of them was the greatest.