Author's Note: the following is a revised repost from the days before I had faithful readers. It was Summer 2008 when I worked part time at a day camp.
This afternoon I was playing "kickball" with some kids. We just kicked the soccer ball to each other, and the group changed every few minutes. A few five year olds, a six year old, a seven year old, and an eight year old. Eventually the bigger kids left and the five year olds had grown bored with "kickball." They moved on to "Let's make the teacher into a jungle gym."
When will that new playground be completed? The word "headache" means nothing to some five year olds.
An eight year old and I sat in the grass while the two five year olds ran back and forth between us leaping into our arms with the goal of knocking us over.
Ultimately, I was lying flat on my back with both of them in my lap giggling hysterically.
"I love you, Miss Katie," one of them said to me.
"I love you more!" the other countered.
"I love you both the most!" I responded.
Why do they love me? Five minutes ago they had to ask my name. They love me because I stick up for them (ten year olds tend to wreak havoc on "kickball" games), I get the ball when it rolls in the street (when will that new playground be done?), and I let them climb all over me (does it have monkey bars?).
God does a whole lot more for us than that, yet we still hesitate to tell Him we love Him. I might step out in front of a car to protect these girls, but I probably wouldn't willingly died a painful death for them. Yet Christ did, but sometimes I'm more willing to tell the girls of my love than I am Christ.
Tell Someone you love Him. Tell Him thanks.
Then spread the love tell someone else you love them. (And don't let it be me). Then tell them He loves them. (I already know that, so you still can't tell me).
"Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'" Matthew 19:14