People brought babies to Jesus, hoping he might touch them. When the disciples saw it, they shooed him off. Jesus called them back. “Let those children alone. Don’t get between them and me. These children are the kingdom’s pride and joy.” Luke 18:15,16 (MSG)
Sitting at the front of the church, dangling my legs, at the end of the third pew near the center aisle; I sat in my Sunday best among all the other children. I tried not to fidget or to gawk at others around me but it’s hard when you’re only five years old. It was difficult enough to behave myself when I sat with my parents in the back, but now I was in their line of vision, too, with the speaker nearby right in the front of us.
My ears perked up, my eyes opened wide, my attention captured as my heart’s door began to slowly swing open with awareness. Was the big people’s God really interested in me? Had Jesus given his life to forgive the naughty things I had done? He really wanted me to be His child and live forever with His Dad and best friend–the Holy Spirit?
These hands pushed off the pew, little feet hit the floor as I flowed to the front and bowed my head. I wanted this big, wonderful God to fill my heart, claim me, knowing I was His own pride and joy all along. It was then I became aware of Him having adopted me into His very own family long ago before I was ever born. I was so happy!