What a holy moment on Sunday.
A holy moment when Jan came leading the children with their ribbons and their praise.
Right up to the front of the meeting place where the preacher stands, and the musicians play. Child-like yet unabashed, taking the platform of the wise, where leaders lead and prophets proclaim, where revelation is uncovered and the prayer line is formed, the smallest children danced and laughed for the longest, loveliest time. And all their clumsy little arms and legs were bumping and tripping, the ribbons were tangled and the bossy toddlers shoved the only-just-standing-up babies until they shrieked and a whole muddle of anxious mums and dads came running to the front to rescue their jubilant tinies.
In the front were the singers, and then the musicians, and behind them the children with the florescent rainbow ribbons and the big, big, smiles.
And God arose, and his enemies were scattered.
Kings and armies fled in haste.
The Lord announced his word and the children proclaimed it.
Psalm 68 (my paraphrasing)
The children proclaimed it and they told us grown-ups, ‘Come!’ and out we came from hiding places, safe places, clefts and caves. The scared and the lonely, the wounded and the timid, out in the open, vulnerable but free. Hard hearts made soft by the pummeling of tiny dancing feet and the clapping of patter-cake hands. We allowed our expectations to be frustrated and we abandoned our preconceived ideas. Singing and dancing like children we came, waving flags, clumsy, foolish grown ups, humbled and unashamed. We came with our mustard seed faith and our small, small love and we came remembering Jesus who said,
Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.