"At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me."
--Matthew 18: 1-5
Last night, Bunny and I went through our typical bedtime routine as usual. We laid down in her big girl bed together and we cuddled, and sang, and prayed. As I normally do, I said, "Bunny, do you want to pray?" and she responded with,
"Thank you Jesus for Mommy and Daddy, and thank you Jesus for..." and she went through the whole list of people that she is thankful for. We've been doing this for a long time, now and she seems to really get excited to thank Jesus for all the people that she loves. And sometimes, she remembers or I remind her to thank Jesus for her house and her food and her toys because not every little girl in the world has all of those things. Last night, however, I wanted her to more fully understand what her relationship with Jesus can be like, so I made a suggestion:
"Bunny, do you know that you can tell Jesus about everything? You don't have to just tell him what you're thankful for. You can tell him about your day because He loves you and He really cares about those things." So I guided her through that prayer and we listed all the things that she'd done today.
"Jesus, I really liked playing with my friends today. Jesus, I liked the new Mickey Mouse shoes Mommy got me today. Jesus I had fun watching Sesame Street in Spanish today," and then she added all on her own, "And I have my baby." Then, she suddenly looked up into the room and pointed.
"Jesus has long hair, Mommy," she said as she seemed to be tracing his long hair in the air. Immediately I felt goosebumps everywhere as I watched my innocent and faith-filled daughter point up in the air at Jesus. Was she really seeing Him? I know that He is right there in the room with us--that He always is--but as an adult who is polluted by so many skeptical ideas, it seemed so unfathomable that His image would be so palpable to her. As I lay there speechless, looking at my wise little two year old, she tried to snap me back to attention, continuing to point up towards the ceiling:
"Mommy! Jesus has long hair! He has long hair!"
Whether or not Bunny was actually seeing Jesus--which I think is definitely possible--or whether she was remembering pictures of Him in her Bible story books, I don't know. But I am brought immediately to stories of Jesus with the little children. He loved little children and if you read the gospels you'll see that He spent lots of time pouring into them. As I watched my little Bunny, I suddenly saw her from His eyes--innocent, pure, and full of perfectly uninhibited faith. I realized that Jesus expects me to come to Him in the same way, with the same faith that truly believes that mountains can be moved and that mustard plants can come from a seed.
Matthew 19: 14 says:
"Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."