It’s Easter Sunday 2018. The church is packed, visitors and members squished into the pews like … a church on Easter Sunday, and the pastor is delivering a beautiful sermon about purpose.
He asks us to repeat the following statement ——-> God send me.
And after the entire sanctuary repeated those words back to him my nine year old said [loudly], “Hallelujah,” which led the 14 year old to lean over me and give her a fist bump.
I wanted to crawl under the pew. There were visitors all around us, and I just knew they were wondering who these loud kids were. I just knew they thought they were mocking the pastor.
But they weren’t. My kids weren’t doing that, and the visitors weren’t thinking that. All of those thoughts were just made up scenarios to divert my thinking from a sermon full of God’s hope to a mind full of flesh.
Maggie meant it, though. She wants God to send her. She wants to be a missionary when she grows up. And Maverick – He was just a proud big brother. He also wants to be used by God. They were both excited. Excited about Jesus.
Regretfully, instead of me excitedly leaning over and giving Maggie a fist bump as well, I let the thought of what other people may think wash over me in a blanket of fear. Shameful.
Jesus tells us to be like the little children. Why? Because they are still excited. Because they haven’t been beat down by the world’s ways. They don’t worry about what other people may think. They want to be used by God, and they are proud.
God, send me.
Full of faith and excitement. Like a child. God send me. Every single day. Send me.
I will be waiting for fist bump emojis to fill this stream.
“2 He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. 3 And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” – Matthew 18:2-4