I don’t know about you, but I often find life to be very difficult. Or at best, complicated. So many things to do. So many problems to figure out. So many burdens to carry. So many wrongs that can never possibly be made right. Then enter something like the terror in Paris this week (aagh)! Injustice. . . pain. . . so much to try to comprehend and so little that I actually understand. Does that resonate?
Children, on the other hand, are not weighed down by the “worries of this life.” They just live life, and love it! Life is easy.
It is relaxing to watch little children, and just admire them. They seem so carefree. (The ironic thing is that children, instead of reveling in their childhood, believe that life will be so much better when they ‘grow up’; that being an adult is the best thing in the world. And we, in turn, are thinking: “IF YOU ONLY KNEW! You do not want to grow up. Just enjoy being a child!”)
Yes, Jesus said we must become like little children. But isn’t that backwards? Why would regressing to an earlier stage of life actually be equated with becoming mature in faith? Well, welcome to the upside-down Kingdom! In order to grow, we need to go back. It is a total paradox.
When I am feeling particularly burdened and people tell me, “Just trust the Lord,” I want to shout back “What a cop-out! The Christian walk is not about having a Jesus who you use as a Magic Wand to solve all the problems.” I resolve that life is just hard, and I better learn to grind my way through it!
But can that attitude really be called child-like?
“Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Mt 11:29-30).