Faith of a Five-Year-Old

“In Jesus name Amen,” I said after blessing the food before lunch at kid’s summer camp. Suddenly a tiny voice piped up from one five-year-old girl asking,

 “Hey Pete, why do you take your hat off when you pray?”

I was taken aback, first, because I was amazed that she paid such close attention to my prayer, and second, because no one had ever asked me that before.

“Well,” I slowly cleared my throat in an attempt at gaining a moment to think, “It’s in the Bible. Men have to take off their hats, but not the ladies.”

Seeming to feel that was good enough, my five-year-old friend smiled and nodded and then began munching on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She was satisfied, but her question got me asking myself, “Just why do I take my hat off, close my eyes, or bow my head when I pray?” Then I recalled that my mom had taught me to pray, “Bless us O Lord and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive. Amen.” Those were simple words, but they covered just about everything that God expects when we pray. In the book of Luke, Jesus tells a little story about how two men prayed.

Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: “God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.” But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, “God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” Luke 18:10-12

Without even reading the rest of the story, we already know who Jesus wants us to be like. Maybe that Pharisee would have even prayed differently if he had just taken time to listen to himself. God also loves it when five-year-olds humbly ask honest questions about prayer, then respectfully listen to the answers, before munching on their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And Jesus loves it when we pray with the faith of a child, listen with their willingness to learn, and then gratefully receive those gifts that He has prepared for us to receive!

Welcoming the Holy Spirit

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Matthew 28:18 KJV

Growing up Lutheran in the 1950’s our catechism class taught us that God was a Trinity: The Father, Son and Holy Ghost. We were all pretty clear on who The Father was, and obviously Jesus was His Son, but “Who is this Holy Ghost?” we asked each other. On the way to school my friend Wally and I decided to ask our Catholic buddy Louie. We figured that maybe the Catholics knew. But Louie was as mystified as we were!

Of course, as I grew older, I discovered that the Holy Ghost was the Holy Spirit and though that made it a bit clearer, it was still easy to dismiss His importance, or to think of Him as the Junior Partner of the Trinity. But He is no less than the other persons of the Trinity. By the Holy Spirit, Jesus was conceived in Mary. By the Holy Spirit’s hovering over the waters of a dark planet, God created all life and by power and action of the Holy Spirit, Christ is born into our hearts by faith. So, as we wake up each morning, we should remind ourselves that it is the Holy Spirit who stands ready to walk with us, protect us, and empower us. Why not welcome Him into our lives today and ask Him to guide our thoughts, actions and words? As we welcome Him this way, we will discover the wonder of walking with Him through everything and anything that lies ahead. Inviting the Spirit of God into the home of our hearts makes Him our Savior, but when we put the keys to our front door into His hands, He becomes our Lord!

A Song for Holy Saturday

 And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the sabbath day according to the commandment. Luke 23:56

While many have debated as to what Jesus was doing on Holy Saturday, few have thought of what His friends were up to. Though some speculate they were fearfully hiding, overwhelmed by sorrow or confusion, among the gospel writers, only Luke, gives us even the smallest detail. They simply rested. We might wonder, since Jesus had told them so many times that He would rise again, why none of them believed. But I think most of us would have to confess that during times of grief, few of us operate along logical pathways. We feel as if we were stumbling around in a fog. Activity, decisions, and even eating all seem impossible tasks at the moment. What we need most is rest and Holy Saturday is the Sabbath which God has given us between the sorrows of Good Friday and the joy of Easter. Holy Saturday is walking through the valley of the shadow, with our Good Shepherd, protecting and guiding us when we are most vulnerable. Holy Saturday is the table of rest and refreshment in the wilderness, where we pause along our journey to the joys of the Father’s House, that waits for us at the end of the path.

I hope you will be blessed by this song which I sang during communion at Life Care Center on Good Friday. My friends in long-term care know better than most of us that our lives are in the hands of our Good Shepherd. And what time better than Easter is there to follow Him as close as His heart, for the way that leads home is the Old Rugged Cross!