Wednesday, March 7th,
All rights reserved © message by Kris Jackson
FLY A KITE!
whoever humbles himself as this little child is greatest in the kingdom of
heaven" (Matthew 18:4)
That's right, I said go fly a kite, literally.
You, yes you, go take a hike. It's May. It's breezy. It's Friday. You're not
too old for that kind of thing. Be a kid again. Heaven isn't impressed with
macho. He who is Perfection doesn't care about your perfectionism. If this
grandpa loves little Jasmine's trademark (shoes on the wrong feet), then our
heavenly Father probably likes going casual too. Who started this starchy suit
and tie Christianity anyway? He can go fly a kite. God isn't a prudish
schoolmarm that walks around with a yardstick smacking knuckles. Jesus
introduced Him as Father for a reason. Paul went a step further with the word
"abba" which can be translated "Daddy". Hard to picture the Creator on the
living room floor giving horseback rides? If He doesn't have a tender playful
side why would Jesus have spent so much time telling us to be childlike?
Of course, childlike doesn't mean childish. We
still have to go to work and pay the bills. But I don't see Jesus consulting a
day planner or checking His watch every few minutes to make sure He's being a
perfect steward of time. He took the disciples for boat rides, reclined
leisurely at dinners and was accused of being a glutton and winebibber (Matthew
11:19). We chafe at such accusation but obviously Jesus didn't earn that label by
sitting up straight, hands neatly folded in His lap. He turned water into wine
at Cana. He didn't chide Zacchaeus for climbing a tree to get a better view of
Him. Rather, He was impressed that someone would act the kid and get out on a
limb for Him. Pun intended.
How long has it been since you mixed a suicide
at the soda fountain? Did the limbo rock at the skating rink? I never saw
any purpose in a Chinese fire drill but what about bumper cars or a fast-falling
rollercoaster ride? Jesus was as much youth pastor as Good Shepherd, suffering
children to come to Him while the Pharisees questioned His presidentialness.
"This man receives sinners, and eateth with them" (Luke 15:1). Oh m'gosh, He
didn't check the carb index. Jesus could care less about the calorie label.
I think we ought to tell all Pharisees to go
fly a kite. Kites are cool as they dance effortlessly with the wind. Or we
could tell them to go jump in a lake. That was Elisha's instruction to haughty
Naaman and it was the best instruction he could have given. When the Syrian general
humbled himself as a child and dunked seven times in Jordan his youth returned,
his leprous skin became fresh as a baby's. What I am trying to say is that
religion deadens people's true passion for life. It turns courage into
calculation, reckless abandon into what's prim and proper. The spiritual life
deals with sin, sure, but the main objective is not making good little boys and
girls that spend half their time and energy consulting a rulebook. The new
birth is all about populating Father's house with children, not well-behaved altar
boys. The gospel is good news. It makes room for sand between the toes, tuna
sandwich picnics or in the winter making snowmen. And the dearest childlikeness
is when a blown-up grown-up can lose his or herself in worship. Jesus said,
"...of such is the kingdom of God".