I was pondering on the simplicity of a child and remembered a visit to a wonderful flower display with our young granddaughter. She was probably 3 or 4. It was a lovely old wooden church in Waikanae, NZ, and there were exquisitly beautiful flower displays set up around the main chapel. The perfume was heady! Plus there was a string trio playing lovely baroque music - cello, viola and violin - up the front by the altar.
Ellie admired the flowers - she loves them - and when we sat down near the back of the church to soak in the beauty of the music and the flowers and the aromas... she floated gently down the aisle dancing... up, down, around...graceful and completely free (her mother was a dancer)like a butterfly, just flitting here and there. She got to the steps and knelt and bowed and then got up and danced back slowly and gracefully up the aisle to us. There were many wet eyes upon her by now. And she came to us and bent forward and offered us something. We took it - and I asked her, "Ellie, what are you giving us?" She bent towards us solemly and said "The blood of Jesus"... then turned and fluttered her way down the aisle again, leaving us unravelled on our seats!
"A little child shall lead them..." and she did. Into pure worship! What an act of worship her dancing was. What power in her imitating a priest offering the cup. Why do we need to grow up? This innocence, this simplicity is all our Abba asks! It is what he delights in.
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