The bus ride to church always makes me smile with delight and wonder. The children are looking their best in Sunday dresses and collared-shirts with ties. Their countenance is bright with ample rest and play from a day off on Saturday. Somehow this tri-fecta of looking good, feeling good, sleeping good gives them wisdom beyond their years. Or at least innocent insights that, when really pondered by us old-foggie adults, should make us shout Amen!
Claire and Fiona were studying a book of a cross between Where’s Waldo and a Picture book Bible. Though I did not watch them search throughout the pages for Noah or Jacob’s ladder, I can imagine they had a fun time when they turned to a picture of the Sermon on the Mount. I can imagine an image of mass chaos, disciples squirming near Jesus, Pharisees grumbling, and children running closer to the feet of Jesus. With that, Fiona pointed out that if she was a disciple, she would have cried so much when Jesus died. “All I would do is cry.” But the older sister Claire answered back with confidence about a clever scheme to avoid such tragedy. She said that after Jesus died, she would go sleep in the tomb with him. That way when Jesus went to heaven, she could just grab his leg and get a ride up with him.
And why not? What could be better than hanging out with Jesus! Alas, we are here, though, and the kids have discovered ways to bring the heaven to earth. They always give good hugs, say thank you after meals, and live out joy-filled moments. Whether these children are in heaven with Jesus or Jesus is with them here, it seems like they’re enjoying a party.
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