Come to me like little children........

Those words that Jesus spoke rang out to me over and over this afternoon. We were at church today and it was so neat. Tomorrow is the 98th anniversary for the church building. That itself is a pretty awesome thing that the building is that old, let alone that the "church family" has been around together for almost 169 years. They were announcing members that had been there for over 50 years, I could not imagine being in the same house for 50 years let alone the same church building. It was very neat to see how many there were.

However what caught my attention the most and what I have thought about the most today was the little boy that sat next to me today. He was probably 3 years old. He was sitting on his dad's lap and as they passed the communion he wrestled his dad to grab a piece of bread. I kind of chuckled to my self because it was so cute. I can remember my kids doing the same thing when they were little. As the juice was passed I saw his dad hold both of his arms in one hand and lifted the juice high above the little boy to make sure he would not be able to grad hold and make a mess. His grandma who was sitting between us just gave me a shy smile and was almost apologetic. I wanted to tell her that it was ok and that he made me laugh. I will probably share this with her next week since today we were in a big hurry to get out and head to Nicole's play.

So I sat there praying before we took the juice in unison and all I could think about was that little boy, and those famous words Jesus spoke in Mark Ch 10 versed 14 & 15, "Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein." (KJV)

I thought how many times do I go to Jesus as an adult worried that what I will or will not do may or may not be appropriate. When what I should be doing, is be like that little boy and just reach and wrestle with all my might to get that little touch of God. I mean isn't that what the bread represents, the body of Christ, our Savior! There should be nothing in this world that should stop us from getting that little piece of him, even if it is something that is not "politically" correct or accepted!

Think about that, and I pray that you will all be like little children and wrestle your way to get your little piece of our Lord and Savior! By the way the little boy succeeded in getting the bread as I will continue to do each and every day!

May God Bless you all and your families!