now on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just
write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes
buys them. While the kids are changing into their swimming suits, while the
popcorn is popping, while the dog is outside doing his business, while the show
cuts to commercial. Just five minutes.
the prompt is: Small
"You think you’re so
When I was a kid, this was a common playground retort.
Actually, it was the child equivalent of a high insult.
“You think you’re so big!” What does that mean?
It means you think you think you are higher, better, and stronger; and
you have power over me.
So the message here, from the mouth of a child, is: Don’t
be big. Be small. After all, it’s the small people who bring out the Christ in
Babies are little and cute and helpless, and we feed and hug
them. Just like Jesus did.
The sick are in pain, or feel hopeless, and we
bring them compassion and comfort. Just like Jesus did.
Friends and family, who have experienced a loss, allow us to
support them as we attend the wakes and funerals. We come to be with them, and
cry with them.
Just like Jesus did.
If someone is lost, we help by giving directions to show the
way to the destination, whether they are lost physically or spiritually. Just
like Jesus did.
If I am small, I will witness others being Christ to me. If
I see someone in need, being ‘small’, I can be the hands and feet of Christ to
them. It’s a win/win.
Back on the playground, let's listen to that child's response to a hurt. Maybe the world wants big. But the real grace? It’s in the small.