Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God’s kingdom.
(Matthew 18:2-5 Message)
Forgive me a proud Grandma moment.
My daughter-in-law’s grandmother passed away recently. Of the considerable family gathered, my little girl is the one who said, “Mimi has gone to be with God in heaven.”
Mimi died of cancer, and her final days were difficult. Jordan still had Mimi on her mind. In her night time prayer, she asked, “Please make Mimi feel better.”
Mimi was in heaven, with only God to take care of her. Jordan just wanted to talk to God about her.
My daughter Jolene had a similar kind of faith. She pictured flinging herself into Jesus’s waiting arms when she died. When she died, I’m sure He stood, arms flung open to hold her.
Right before the end, my mother developed signs of dementia. One time when I came to visit, she was sitting up in bed, speaking quietly. She smiled brightly when I entered. “I was just talking to Jesus about you.” She knew His presence, not by faith alone but with a childlike understanding.
Church hymns touch our residents Like the people here at the nursing home who cry, sing along or cry, when visiting churches sing the songs of childhood. “Tell me the story.” “Amazing Grace.” “Jesus Loves Me.”
Confused minds. Incomplete thoughts. Irrational thinking.
But…faith that God is at the center of everything. Faith like a child.
I pray that I cling on to Jesus with that kind of faith as my time comes closer.