The Gift of Children
I’m tired tonight, but it’s a good and happy tired. We’re in the midst of a Community Vacation Bible School in our small town, a collaboration of three congregations (Church of the Brethren, Lutheran, and Methodist), and it is a joy to see upwards of 50 children having so much fun in a safe, caring environment. Most importantly, we’re sharing some promises of God that hopefully will give them some grounding and security in the knowledge that they are beloved children of the Creator. I know these children are also basking in the support, encouragement, and warmth of the many adult and teen volunteers who have planned and worked for months to help this week come together.
An oft-quoted African proverb reminds us that it takes a village to raise a child. This week we are in the business of being one such community, of trying to make a difference. When we seeds of hope and love, we may never see the results of the efforts, yet still we plant.
Children are a gift of God, no doubt about it. All you have to do is hang around them for awhile. Their joy, lack of inhibition, laughter, and sense of wonder are amazing to behold. Watching how even the littlest children instinctively begin to move and dance to the music–spinning with joy and adding a cascade of squeals and giggles to the instrumentation–makes the day better.
Yep, I’m tired, and I bet the rest of the volunteers are, too. That said, I pray we all sleep the deep, peaceful slumber of children tonight. And may you, dear reader, dream dreams, experience awe and wonder, and laugh until your belly hurts. Give thanks for the children in your life. They are fragile. They are precious. Treat them with care, shower them with love, and tell them often just how amazing they truly are.