Some of you might be members of Christian churches in which the next several days are deep and precious.
I was up early to read and pray, so I was into my thoughts about Jesus and his passion. They were so fresh and inspiring that I was writing them down to share with others.
Then Joey woke up and started into his repetitive talking. No, that’s not right. Repetitive bellowing is what it was.
“What did Belle do?” (x 7)
“What time is HyVee Pizza?” (x 5)
“Dad has to go to WORK!?!?! (x 3)
“We’re watching Spencer’s movie” (x infinity)
My beatific disposition went foul. I was angry at the intrusion. Then I was angry at everything – the dog biting at her own leg, the cat’s puny snoring, that fact that there’s snow on the ground past mid-April…
And then, maybe because I’d been in prayer and was receptive, a holy insight intruded to bust me:
And they were bringing children to him that he might touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. But when Jesus saw it, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” And he took them in his arms and blessed them, laying his hands on them. (Mark 10:13-16)
Just like the first apostles, I’d let my serious, adult piety get in the way of love’s purity.
So, following the Master’s example, I put my arm around Joey and began to bellow back, responsively,
“Belle got angry at Gaston!”
“HyVee pizza is on SATURDAY!”
“Yes, dad has to go to work.”
Well, I still don’t know just what he means about “Spencer’s movie” so I skipped that one. But he was plenty smiley about the others.
If you’re a Christian, we wish you a blessed Easter with Christ’s love pervading all of your relationships and interactions. If you’re not, we wish you peace and joy. Whoever you are, we pray that love will intrude and bust you in needlessly anxious moments.