Out of the Mouths of Babes

December 21, 2011


I was watching a televangelist on TV last month as my three-year- old grandson toddled into the room. “Is that a God show, Nana?” He asked me.

“Well, yes he is talking about God, Chaz,” I replied not quite sure what was going to come out of his mouth next. Was he going to ask me some weighty question about life, something profound which required an equally profound answer that I’d have to revise over and over in my mind in rapid succession before offering him something that had the potential to change his view of existence? Or would he toddle back in to his room, disinterested in anything other than his cars and trucks.

And then he asked it: “If he’s talking about God, how come he’s so angry Nana?” He stood there in front of me, patiently waiting for my answer.

I couldn’t answer him, not in a manner that gave his penetrating observation the corroboration it deserved. “I don’t know Chaz, some people are just angry and it has nothing to do with God,” I said. This seemed to satisfy him for the moment and he toddled back to his room.

I turned off the volume to the TV and watched. The non-verbal language of the preacher pacing the church, pounding the podium, veins pulsing within his neck, held little resemblance to the lowly carpenter that saved my soul and whose emergence into the world we are to celebrate in three days.

None.

I silently brewed a cup of tea and watched Chaz play with his trucks while words of Matthew 21:16 reverberated throughout my soul: “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him. “Yes,” replied Jesus, “have you never read, “‘From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise’?”

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