The disciples asked Jesus, ‘Who is greatest in Heaven’s Realm?’ He called a child, whom he put among them, and said, ‘Truly, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the Realm. Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in God’s Realm. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. Matthew 18:1-4
Why on earth would we make of this heaven such a dangerous place for God’s children?
To enter Heaven’s Domain,
we need to be out of our minds,
revive our childhood and come back down to earth.
Daily, as we commute through Eden,
heaven unfurls all around us,
unnoticed in the misty morning.
And God put the human being in the garden to till and take care of it.
Genesis 2: 15
But this is no pain-free Reign of bliss.
It offers no guaranteed relief
from life’s persistent problems.
Instead, the Domain of the Divine invites us
to revel in our natural humanness;
poised in ready reflection to savor and suffer together.
We enter this Reign always and only as children,
letting-go our self-imposed isolation,
till we fall terribly in love with life—all of it.
In such a childlike state, troubles are freely shared,
pain is yoked, and the tragic beauty of living
is made bearable and beautiful in communion.
A Permeable Life
I want to leave enough room in my heart
For the unexpected,
For the mistake that becomes knowing,
For knowing that becomes wonder,
For wonder that makes everything porous,
Allowing in and out
All available light. Carrie Newcomer
It takes a small child, any child,
to remind us that, in the cosmic scheme,
nothing we do ultimately matters.
Yet, how we live,
and how deeply we love,
holds universal significance.
So, let us make our small selves absorbent,
so that realities and relationships,
might be drawn close enough to penetrate and saturate.
Such a permeable,
child-like heart the Holy One
will not spurn.
We are guilty of many errors and many faults,
but our worst crime is abandoning the children,
neglecting the fountain of life.
Many things can wait. Children cannot.
Right now their bones are being formed,
their blood is being made,
and their senses are being developed.
To them we cannot answer, “Tomorrow.”
Their name is today. Gabriela Mistral
To be strong and resilient,
like the trees that make the wild wind sing,
we sink our souls deep into the humus of our humanity.
While leaves quiver,
branches shake, and trunks sway,
roots alone stay firm.
And the strength of any tree
in the tangled depths of its roots.
So, may you welcome a child this day,
any and every child of the Holy One
who passes your way.
Rooted and grounded in the Realm of Relationship,
may the needs and dreams of the children of today
draw you ever closer to the ground; quieter still, smaller and slower.