Traditionally, I end each week’s Inspiration with a verse. This week I decided to break out of the mired ordinary and try something different, so let’s begin with this reading from the New Testament:
People were bringing even infants to him that he might touch them, and when the disciples saw this, they rebuked them.
Jesus, however, called the children to himself and said, “Let the children come to me and 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.” Luke 18:15-17
Emulating children can teach us much about getting through or even solving our seemingly endless discords. Because children are innocent and are not overly encumbered by the cares and worries of the world, they find it easier than adults to think “out of the box” What I believe Jesus advocates is that we all should focus on what comes so easily for children; forgiveness. Forgetting injury, perceived or real, is difficult, but we must strive to revive that childlike quality of being quick to forgive. For, as we mature and draw ever closer to that day in another realm when we are no longer the master of our fate, on that day we will face One infinitely greater than ourselves and beg His forgiveness for our trespasses as He welcomes us into our eternal life as children of God.
Following that theme and in keeping with the Lenten/Easter season, I have chosen this week to resurrect a short story by the great Russian writer, Leo Tolstoy It was first published in 1885:
It was an early Easter. Sledging was only just over; snow still lay in the yards; and water ran in streams down the village street.
Two little girls from different houses happened to meet in a lane between two homesteads, where the dirty water after running through the farmyards had formed a large puddle. One girl was very small, the other a little bigger Their mothers had dressed them both in new frocks. The little one wore a blue frock, the other a yellow print, and both had red kerchiefs on the heads. They has just come from church when they met, and first they showed each other their finery, and then they began to play. Soon their fancy took them to splash about in the water, and the smaller one was going to step into the puddle, shoes and all, when the older child checked her:
“Don’t go in so, Malasha,” she said, “your mother will scold you. I will take off my shoes and stockings, and you take off yours.”
They did so; and then, picking up their skirts, began walking toward each other through the puddle. The water came up to Malasha’s ankles, and she said:
“It is deep, Akoulya, I’m afraid!”
“Come on,” replied Malasha. “Don’t be frightened. It won’t get any deeper.”
When they got near one another, Akoulya said:
“Mind, Malasha, don’t splash. Walk carefully!”
She had hardly said this, when Malasha plumped down her foot so that the water splashed right on to Akoulya’s frock. The frock was splashed and so were Akoulya’s eyes and nose. When she saw the stains on her frock, she was angry and ran after Malasha to strike her. Malasha was frightened, and seeing that she had gotten herself into trouble, she scrambled out of the puddle, and prepeared to run home. Just then Akoulya’s mother happened to be passing, and seeing that her daughter’s skirt was splashed, and her sleeves dirty, she said:
“You naughty, dirty girl, what have you been doing!”
“Malasha did it on purpose,” replied the girl.
At this Akoulya’s mother seized Malasha, and struck her on the back of her neck. Malasha began to howl so that she could be heard all down the street. Her mother came out.
“What are you beating my girl for?” said she, and began scolding her neighbor. One word led to another and they had an angry quarrel. The men came out, and a crowd colected in the street, every one shouting and no one listening. They all went on quarreling, till one gave another a push, and the affair had very nearly come to blows, when Akoulya’s old grandmother, stepping in among them, tried to calm them.
“What are you thinking of, friends? Is it right to behave so? On a day like this, too! It is a time for rejoicing, and not for such folly as this.”
They would not listen to the old woman, and nearly knocked her off her feet. And she would not have been able to quiet the crowd, if it had not been for Akoulya and Malasha themselves. While the women were abusing each other, Akoulya had wiped the mud off her frock, and gone back to the puddle. She took a stone and began scraping away the earth in front of the puddle to make a channel through which the water could run out into the street. Presently Malasha joined her, and with a chip of wood helped her dig the channel. Just as the men were beginning to fight, the water from the little girl’s channel ran streaming into the street toward the very place where the old woman was trying to pacify the men. The girls followed it, one running on each side of the little stream.
“Catch it, Malasha! Catch it!” shouted Akoulya, while Malasha could not speak for laughing.
Highly delighted, and watching the chip float along on their stream, the little girls ran straight into the group of men; and the old woman, seeing them, said to the men:
“Are you not ashamed of yourselves? To go fighting on account of these lassies, when they themselves have forgotten all about it, and are playing happily together. Dear little souls! They are wiser than you.”
The men looked at the little girls, and were ashamed, and laughing at themselves, went back each to his own home.
Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me. –Matthew, 18:2-5
Have an AWE-full Weekend!
William “Bill” Bacque