From a peephole view, my soul was SONbathed. Rosemary had 23 of her “babies” sprawled across the family room carpet. Though only a preschooler in years, she was holding Chapel for her “babies”. Both dolls and stuffed animals tallied her class.
Clutching her Bible in one hand, her other, with grandiose gesturing, was riveting wisdom to her audience — including me. Like a seasoned minister, Rosemary was vividly preaching the Gospel. With booming energy, she was enlightening her congregation that “God has no playground, but what God does have is FAITHFUL!”
Hearing her words, my eyes popped; my lips smiled; my voice muffled a chuckle, and my soul shed a tear. This little lassie understood and was shouting out what many older worshipers, at best, silently perceive to not be a front-page story. However, to Rosemary, it was a hot off the press, breaking news report.
“God has no playground, but what God does have is FAITHFUL”! Out of the mouths of babes — no full-time evangelist could have articulated one of our Heavenly Father’s core blessings any better.
To Rosemary a playground is space for: anything goes, being upside down, care-less-ly sliding from top to bottom, and spinning in dizziness till balance is lost. As this young child sees it, these aren’t what belong to God. Nope, on the contrary, God Has FAITHFUL. To her, this translates: no matter who you are, what you do, where you are or how perfect or imperfect you are, God is with you. He doesn’t run off to play. He stays.
Witnessing Rosemary pour testimony into her 23 “babies” was a breathtaking gift. I only wish the multitude of grown-up people, who need to be confirmed in her Godly words, could have attended her Chapel service.
“…Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” Mark 10:14 (NIV)
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