Consider the image above. Can you picture yourself as the little child, reaching up and taking hold of the hand of our God? Jesus tells us that the kingdom of Heaven belongs, not to children, but to those that are like children.
I was at a friends house when he wanted to show off how much his child had grown. Just barely able to walk now, he asked of the kid… “go get daddy the remote”. It took some pointing and some repeating but the little boy wobbled across the living room and brought back the sought after prize to the father. His dad held out the remote and exclaimed, “THAT is why you have kids!”
The little boy was excited. He was happy to please his daddy.
I want to be like that boy. Pleasingly and dutifully serving my God no matter how trivial the task may seem.
I’ve noticed that although God holds my hand, he will allow me to let go. And those are the times when I realize big change. When I bring my hand down, that is when I get angry in traffic. When I pull away, I worry about me. When I stop holding my Dad’s hand I look out for myself and dwell on my own problems.
When I’m firmly clasped into the fingers of our Lord, I’m on HIS journey. I’m along for the ride while doing HIS business.
The cross is all about proximity. Jesus didn’t have much to say throughout the actual ordeal. Nails, crown, falling under its weight and His exhaustion. But when he took on our sin and found separation from the Father… then He spoke. “Why have you forsaken me?” Now we get to the real agony… distance away from God.
Jesus didn’t come to earth to heal our cars. He didn’t face the burdens of the cross so we would have a favorable tax year. Ultimately, he didn’t leave heaven to make life easy, answer all of our questions or hand out free passes. Jesus endured absence from the Father so we wouldn’t have to.
I want to be God’s little boy… bounding through my community, hand in hand with my Daddy. Everyone tends to focus on growing up. I want to grow down. I want that carefree love and enjoyment of life. Where a funny face makes us laugh. Where we are completely unaware of social media or its lack of impact on us. Where we don’t understand what embracement means. And… where we only know how to speak from our hearts.
I think a lie that has become easy to accept is that as we age, we grow older. What I mean by that is that we stop being children. We become adults, parents, grandparents, and we get promoted in our jobs. At some point, life is too important to be left to children. But that is the lie. The truth is, we never stop being God’s children. Unfortunately, sometimes, we just stop acting like it. Are we so ‘grown up’ that we can’t still hold His hand. Can we not let Him lead us to our best version of ourselves? Can we not trust Him?
If you are into corporate or proper prayer, try calling Him papa the next time you pray. Climb up in His lap. Take hold of His hand. Listen to His stories of what He has done for you. Pray directly to Him as though He came out of the tomb after the cross… because He did. The Man that thought we were worth dying for has something to show us. Are we able to follow?