Today, as I sit on my back deck while my children play outside, I overhear them telling “scary stories.” They are sitting in a circle in hula hoops taking turns telling the same story over and over again while the other two gasp in “terror.”
It goes a little something like this:
Then there was a big storm, and another big storm and they were in a tent and they couldn’t get out and then when they did, they saw a rainbow.
After I got over the shock of them voluntarily taking turns, I thought, wow we have read way too much Noah’s Ark. My lasting thought however, was pure bliss that the scariest thing they can reference is a thunderstorm. Sweet innocence. So thankful that we have been able to protect them from the truly scary stuff so far. They know nothing of true hunger, abandonment, abuse or even great sadness. We haven’t even lost a pet during their short years. They know Sesame Street, trips to the park, afternoon snacks and bedtime stories. They cry tears of exhaustion after a long day at the spray park and tears of frustration over learning new skills. Happy tears for toddlers.
As they grow into this world our challenge will be to find ways to include them in service to those who haven’t been so lucky.
James 1:27 (NIV)
27 Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.