The Little Children

People were bringing children to Jesus that he might touch them,
but the disciples rebuked them.
When Jesus saw this he became indignant and said to them,
"Let the children come to me; do not prevent them,
for the Kingdom of God belongs to such as these.
Amen, I say to you,
whoever does not accept the Kingdom of God like a child
will not enter it."
Then he embraced the children and blessed them,
placing his hands on them. - Mark 10:13-16 (NAB)
Kids are funny.  They're open to everything.  They have that look of wonder when they see something new or when they've rediscovered an old toy or perhaps someone they haven't seen in awhile.
We get a bit jaded as we get older.  We get sceptical and cynical.  We get cranky.  We start feeling like life is wearing us down.  We worry.  About everything.  We criticize others because we feel we're being criticized.  It's a vicious cycle.
In Jesus' words he specifically tells us to accept the Kingdom of God like a child or we will not enter it.  It's hard to go back to that mindset. 
For me the mindset begins with "stuff."  I love "stuff."  I love jewelry, beautiful designer handbags and ebooks.  With ebooks, I can hunt down the freebies and gleefully download them and look at the colorful covers on my nook and ride the wave of happiness!
In the beginning of my journey of faith I was like that.  Everything was new and I was wide-eyed and anxious to learn.  I devoured books on faith, prayed my rosary, went to Mass and attended a prayer group.  Then the prayer group fell apart and my husband and I also made the decison to leave our parish.  We were disappointed, but we continued to attend Mass at different churches.
My husband and I have now attended Mass at a particular church for a while now.  We are still a bit jaded.  We like the time Mass is offered, the homilies have been very good, the music is pleasant and the people somewhat friendly.  It's hard to be that little child, open to anything, after all we've been through.  Unfortunately, our guard is up.
For myself, I've noticed a bit of a difference.  I'm often inspired after attending this Mass and I make notes for my blog or write blogs after hearing a particular homily. 
I've realized that the care of my spirit, my soul and my faith are up to me.  I have to go where I feel "fed" in every sense of the word.  Yes, the Eucharist is in every Catholic Mass, but to revert to that little child, I have to go where I can experience that wide-eyed wonder and go to the altar as that child as Jesus has called me and all of us to do.

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