Out of the Mouths of Babes

Psalm 8:1-2

LORD, our Lord, 

   how majestic is your name in all the earth!

   You have set your glory 

   in the heavens. 

² Through the praise of children and infants 

   you have established a stronghold against your enemies, 

   to silence the foe and the avenger. 

Once a month I volunteer at our church nursery.  It's my opportunity to hold babies and enjoy the wonder and amazement only seen in the eyes of children.  I love it when they look at a Cheerio with complete interest and abandon or, when over the raucous of kids playing, they hear music and start bouncing to the beat.  I especially love it when they look up with big, innocent eyes and whisper in a faint voice something VERY important, perhaps even earth-shaking.  The wisdom of children should never be overlooked.  I've found they're privy to the truths the aged have adulterated.  I was reminded once again to listen to the children, for from their innocence they still know the truth of our Creator. 

Yesterday as the children were arriving, leaders were greeting, entertaining and inviting them to play.  Some of the younger ones began to cry.  I usually hold the crying babies until they're settled.  While holding them I watched the older children who were excited to see the array of toys, puzzles, play-dough, books, and friends.

Shortly after arriving, a little two-year old girl, named Faye, walked up to me.  She had sparkly blue eyes and very short, slightly curly blond hair.  Faye wanted to tell me something.  I squatted to the floor, and listened intently over the drum of racing cars and battery powered toys.  My ears were straining to make sense of the language of this precious two year old.  I felt like I needed an interpreter.  I looked at her and asked her to repeat.  Faye delivered her message again.  Again, I couldn't understand.  I started to offer suggestions for what I "thought" I was hearing.  Patiently, she repeated herself again, and again, and again.  My brain was working overtime, trying to decipher the two-year old English.    Finally, I was beginning to put it together.  Faye began to smile at this persistent 40-something.  She was being understood.

Faye said again, "JESUS IS POWERFUL!"

Oh my word, Faye, your are right!  What an amazing collection of three words!

It doesn't get much better than that!

Jesus knew I needed to hear those words that morning.  He knew the delivery would come from a precious two year old.  He knew I'd listen to a 2-year old.

So many times we look to the "intellectual" or "learned" men to explain the truths of the universe to us, but often all we need to do is look in the eyes of a child to remind us what is REALLY important.

So today, my reflection will be on the following verse.  May my words be pleasing to the Lord, as Faye's were.

Psalm 19:14

New International Version (NIV)

 ¹⁴ May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart 

   be pleasing in your sight, 

   LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.