Out of the mouths of babes comes wisdom — so the saying goes. Last week, my five-year-old grandson confirmed this truth. His initial verification flooded his mother and me with uproarious laughter and a reminder, as if I ever forget, this Grammy is not a spring chicken. However, later reflection revealed being ancient just might be a treasured blessing.
Let’s revisit the scene of which I am referring. As my daughter, grandson and I were riding home from preschool, Zachariah remarked he’d learned about the 90’s. He followed up by asking his Mommy if she was born in the 90’s. Britt replied no; she was born in the late 80’s. My daughter seeking to deepen her child’s reasoning inquired when he thought GaGa was born. Without taking even a split second for wondering, Zachariah enthusiastically burst out that GaGa was born in the “1’s”, when Jesus was born!! Yep, kids tell it like it is!!
Later that night, as I was still chuckling over my grandson’s deduction, I realized there is a silver lining in the cloud of belonging to the “ancient” generation of Jesus’s birth. What’s more, shouldn’t each and every child of God long for this distinction? Most significantly, shouldn’t this characteristic be proudly borne, and worn, by all who claim to be of the family of God?
In honesty, my grandson attached me to Jesus because of my years. My heart longs for more. As he grows and discovers greater understanding of both Jesus and his GaGa, my hope is that he sees a family resemblance between Jesus and me. Would that my words, actions, heart and soul reflect to him the way Jesus spoke, acted, loved and believed. Even more than this, I wish for Zachariah, in the future, to see himself as belonging to the “1’s”, just like his GaGa and Jesus. Could a Grammy long for anything more? I don’t think so!!
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 