Monthly Archives: January 2012
“Amen I say to you, whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall not enter into it.” Mark 10:15
What exactly does it mean to “receive the kingdom of God as a little child?” Well, go find a little child, and watch!
I am blessed to have daily Mass close by, and attend as frequently as I am able. There is a young mother who also attends often, and she always brings her young son (about 2 or 3 years old) with her.
Today, he was laying on the pew behind his mother during the moments after the Consecration. As Father prayed the rest of the prayers, the little boy looks up, and whispers, “Jesus!” just enough to be heard a few pews back. The Faith of a child… I thought, smiling, then turned my thoughts back to the Mass. Just after the Lamb of God, the little guy starts tapping on his mothers arm, and, pointing to the elevated Host, he whispered, “I want some!” His mother gently smiled, pointed to the altar, and whispered into her son’s ear. When they went up for Holy Communion, the little guy received his usual blessing with the most beautiful look of awe on his sweet face. After returning to the pew, he looked around, and then followed his mother’s example by kneeling down and bowed his head for a moment.
This little boy was not distracted by what others thought of him, how strong he was, how much money he would make, or even where his next meal would come from. He just knew that Jesus was close by, and adored Him as only a child can.
I was so moved by the sweet reverence and devotion displayed by the tyke that couldn’t help but repeat the child’s little prayer to my Master Who was dwelling physically in my heart, “Jesus, I want some, too!”
“Let the children come to Me, and do not prevent them, for the kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14
I can see why, Jesus… I can see why…
I recently had occasion to visit a dear friend out-of-state, and, due to the distance, I opted to fly. On the way home, the skies were predominately overcast. This afforded me a breathtaking view of the clouds when flying at 30,000 feet, and gave me a thought-provoking perspective as my flight came in for a landing.
While flying above the clouds, I enjoyed a gorgeous view! One of the photos I took is seen below:
And by no means does this photo even begin to do justice to the grandeur of the view I enjoyed out the tiny airplane window!
After landing though, the view was more like this:
(Photo compliments of an obliging website) As Winnie the Pooh would say, “Tut, tut. It looks like rain.”
I was struck by how much beauty was created by the cloud cover, and also by the fact that I couldn’t see any of it from the ground. I thought about that old adage regarding the person who lives “with their head in the clouds” as referring to someone who’s mind is filled with fluff, and has no concept of reality. However, I could also see that if a person is infinitely practical, and keep their feet planted so hard on the ground, how they would miss a great deal of beauty that is just out of sight.
I then thought that if we didn’t have these gloomy-looking skies, we’d have no rain, and the beauty down here would die (flowers, trees, animals, etc.). The ‘gloom’ has a purpose. It brings strength to living things. Like fire refines metals, rainy days bring life-giving water. And when the sun breaks through the clouds, we rejoice that our flower gardens are blooming.
I think Christ allows gloomy days in our lives to bring us strength, and let our Faith grow. I am going to try to mentally grow a few thousand feet tall, so I can keep my feet on the ground, and yet have my head in the clouds, or better yet, in Heaven. Accept the rain, but remembering that above it, the sun (Son!) is still shining.