I love it when
children are excited to see me. They
just accept me and others for who they are.
They want a hug, a handshake, a high-five, or just anything to make
contact and I can tell you sometimes they can hurt you! Not intentionally, of course, but they can
deliver a blow! I had a young boy once
give me a hand slap, but he forgot that he had a pencil in his hand and ended
up stabbing me in my palm. Not good…
I am encouraged by
their smiles and simple faith in God and you.
I have the great privilege of sharing a children’s sermon each Sunday to
a lively group of about thirty children ranging in age from 2-8. They sit and wait expectantly for me to share
something with them and they love it when I ask them questions. They love to be involved in the sermon. They are a blessing to me, their parents, and
our church. I must confess that I am not
very good at children’s sermons, but you know what, I have never heard one of
them tell me how bad my sermon was or if I could have done better. They just take me as I am and move on.
I can learn a lot
from our children’s sermon time. Not
from what I attempt to teach, but from the lessons they teach me. What do I learn from them?
1.
I learn to be
patient until they get settled in and are ready to listen. I wish I were as patience with God. He’ll show me what I need to know when I’m
ready to listen. They remind me to be
patient and wait on God.
2.
I learn to enjoy
the simple things of life. A laugh, a
smile, a funny story, or just laughing at myself. Life is too short to be uptight about a lot
of things. I’m not sure sometimes if
they’re laughing at my attempts at humor or me.
But you know, it really doesn’t matter, a merry heart does good like a
medicine.
3.
I am learning I
need to not dwell on what just happened in my life, but to look forward to the
next thing God has for me. When the
children’s sermon is over they are ready for children’s church and all that
comes with it. I tend to want to rehash
what happened yesterday and fret over that, rather than letting the past be in
the past.
I sometimes wonder what our adults think
of my ‘Children’s Sermons’. Thoughts
like, that was dumb, or did they even understand what he was talking
about? I’m pretty sure the children
probably couldn’t tell their parents when they get home what my sermon was
about and the parents more than likely can’t either, but this what I hope they
do remember, that their Pastor loves them and that Jesus loves them even
more. That’s really what it’s all about
isn’t it?