Why the Child-Like Get the Kingdom of Heaven

Matt. 18:3

“And he said, 'I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

This may be tough for us to understand. Many children today are not very humble. They can be very whiny and complain about not having everything they want. (Or is that just my kids?)

But one thing about kids: they accept authority.  I was always shocked that whenever I put my kids in a time out spot, they stayed there, not trying to get out.  Whether they admit it or not, kids require authority. They need it. More than anything else that scares them, kids are scared of someone not being there. They need to know that there is constantly someone thinking about them, taking care of them. Perfect, because that is what God is for all of us.

Something happens as we age. We learn to do things for ourselves. Feeding ourselves, dressing ourselves, tying our own shoes. We gain responsibility. We make our own meals, choose our own clothes, buy our own shoes.  (Fun!) We become authority. And we become adamant when our authority is challenged. (Have you ever had to say, “Because I said so”?) Our need for authority over us slowly becomes less and less visible.

Less visible, but not less necessary!

As adults, we start seeing we can do more. And somewhere along the line, we likely reach the point of thinking we can do it all. It is adults, not children, who think they can earn their way to heaven by doing more good than bad. I can do this myself, we think. I don't need God.

But if you tell a young child they are wrong, they will believe you. In his heart, the truth will be fresh. Not like an adult's heart, where years of denial may have hardened their hearts.

So Jesus tells us to change.  How can we go backwards?  By doing what is just as hard.  By letting go.

1. Let go of your need to be right.  Accept that you can be wrong. (I am a sinner.)
2. Let go of your own authority.  Accept that God's way is the best way.  (I cannot save myself.)
3. Let go of any plan you have to follow God on your own terms.  Accept Jesus's sacrifice for you. (Jesus died in my place.)
4. Let go of your old self, desires, and "rights." Accept the Kingdom of God. (I will be welcomed into the presence of the Lord.)

As hard as it is to let go, the reward will be worth it.  Stop working so hard.  The kids aren't!  I have messy rooms in my house to prove it. 

8 Ways I Die to Myself

Matt. 16:24-27

“Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what they have done.”

We are not often found in the place of choosing between life and death.

BUT, how often are we in the place of choosing our own comfort or someone else's good?  Over someone else's anything?

There are plenty of ways I need to die to myself for Jesus, to make him known.  But I am just going to focus here on how I am dying to myself for the sake of my family, first. Let me tell you how I need to take up my cross these days with school out for the summer.

     1. My Time

           As I write this, of course, I am on the computer.  My children are creating their own entertainment.  It is not good.  If they are quiet, they are purposefully trying to BE quiet so I will not hear what they are getting into.  If they are not quiet, they are fighting.

          *Dying to myself here means getting off the computer and setting the ball rolling for the kids, either doing something with them or guiding them to an appropriate routine.

     2.  My Plans

           My eldest child was just called to the carpet for pestering her siblings.  As has become routine for her, she admitted to no wrong-doing.  In our "discussion," a disrespectful attitude come forth.  She was grounded.  I hate grounding, because it leaves a miserable child here to sulk.  It is tortuous to those left in the house, and also means no trip to the pool.

          *Dying to myself here means putting aside what I want to do to teach a vital lesson in respect.  It also means making others in the house die to themselves too, which they likely do not want to do.

     3.  My Taste

           Now that school is out, there are three children to accompany me on errands.  Usually once or twice a week, these errands would include a stop at Starbucks.  While the littlest one could be appeased with a small serving of whipped cream from said stop, older ones would not be so easily gratified.  And  I am not a mom ready start a coffee habit for the older ones, even if we had the funds to do it.  Neither am I so mean to stop for a goody for myself and let them watch.  So, we will bypass Starbucks for a while.

         *Dying to myself could mean caffeine withdrawal.

     4. My Expenditures

          Out shopping, sure I could use a new pair of shorts.  But probably not as much as a very active little boy needs a pair of sneakers that does not expose his socks.  And when there is only $3 in my wallet, that means 3 children get ice cream after the ball game.  For any who know me, that is a HUGE sacrifice.

          *Dying to myself means giving up "things".  You might think that would be tough for someone as materially-oriented as myself.  But in reality, it feels good.

     5. My Leisure

          I run.  When there was just one child here, I was able to send her for a play date now and again to get running time in.  It is tougher to find homes for three children.  So running times must be altered. Alternately, taking one child to the library was once a quick affair.  With three, it takes a good deal more time, and not always in the section of the library I prefer to spend my time.

          *Dying to myself means living with new or lengthened times for certain activities.

     6. My Expectations

           Children at home means messes, plain and simple.  More stuff comes out, less stuff is put away.  And while I try to set the standard that anything taken out must be put away, it is not always put away neatly or exactly where it came from.   And more lunches eaten at home means more messes in the kitchen.  Again, clean up requires asking the kids to try the best they can, rewarded by a happy mom.  But scrubbing to Mama Standards is not a daily standard yet.

         *Dying to myself means the house might be a mess and I will have to accept that or wear myself out trying to keep up.

     7. My Thoughts

          The escapades of my fictional characters dominated my thoughts for decent periods of time during the school year.  They were interrupted periodically to address the needs of the child at home.  But as the saying goes, "One child is like having one child.  Two children is like having ten."  So what is it like with three?  A circus.  (And for those of you with any more than that, my hat is tipped to you.) There are now multiple thought patterns to follow, after each one starts with, "Hey, Mom."  Unaware that a sibling has just begun another conversation, these two trains just left the station in opposite directions.  I am left to stretch between the two.  (Sometimes three... or more!)  Also add in the new concerns of, "Is this appropriate TV for the child?" or "Has this child warranted the privilege for which she is asking?" or "Would it make sense allow all the children's friends play here together, or should we send some away?" The amount of time in my own world is negligible.  (I have been working on this blog post for a whole week now.)

        *Dying to self means shrinking my world a bit.

     8.  My Space

          My days used to find hours in my chair, my lap comforted with one or more kitties as I wrote.  The cats are a bit too afraid to come out now with all the ruckus.  However, my lap is not always empty when I do find myself in the chair.  One or more child may find her way into it for snuggles and kisses.

          *Okay.  This one might be more life than death.

Maybe none of these applied to you.  I am sorry to ramble on about my own applications here.  But feel free to die to yourself and read it anyway.  ;)

Mmmm... cookies

Matt. 16:6

“'Be careful, Jesus said to them. 'Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees.”

As I write this, I am on a food moderation plan.  (I hate the word diet!)  I am not doing it for the sake of how I look, but so that I can have more energy and speed when I run.  Therefore, I cannot hang up a bikini or something next to the refrigerator to motivate me to stick with it.  I cannot post a picture of energy on my cookie cabinet.  I have to resist temptation on my own.

But I like my sweets.  I eat them a lot.  (Boy, it is really hard to write this.)  And you know what is in cookies? and cakes?  and donuts? (I need to stop this.)

Yeast.  I read once that God's use of yeast as a metaphor for sin was appropriate because it is something that grows and spreads.  I am pretty sure God is not against cake (though in my mind, He prefers ice cream.  Heavenly Hash, anyone?), but he uses it as great example.  Once the yeast gets worked into the dough, it has become a part of the whole entity.  In the same way, sin covers the whole being of a person.

The yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees sounded good.  (So do soft pretzels.)  They spoke about abiding the Law.  That should be right, shouldn't it?  They were missing God's heart in the matter.  They were not following the Law for God's sake, but for their own glory.

Today, there are a lot of churches and individuals who claim to have God's favor. They want us to listen.  (Tip one, if you ever hear someone saying "Follow me"- and it isn't Jesus - run the other way!)  There are cults out there that might even sound good (like muffins).  They might even claim to follow Jesus.  But there is a hitch.  Maybe they are not following Jesus as God, but just as a man.  Or maybe they follow a Jesus who requires certain deeds in addition to faith to enter Heaven.  Or the opposite - a Jesus who lets all "good" people into Heaven regardless of their faith. This is the yeast of the Pharisees.  Don't let it work through your mind.  Don't let it spread through your family.

So how do you know?

     1.  You need to have accepted the saving Grace of God in Jesus.  This invites the Holy Spirit to dwell within you.

     2.  You must be in daily prayer so that you will recognize the voice of God.

     3.  You must study and be taught Word of God to know what His standards are.

Follow God and He will not let you down.  Follow man and you will ruin your diet with his cookies.  And you will not appreciate their taste when you see them worn around your middle.

Okay.  Back to my chicken.

The 5-Second Rule

Matt. 15:11

“What goes into man's mouth does not make him unclean, but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him unclean.”

I vacuum every day.  Not every room in the house every day, but some rooms, such as the kitchen receive attention several times a week.  There are 6 reasons for this.  Three are kids, three are cats.  And because I have likely vacuumed for the day, when that middle child drops his (insert food here) on the floor, I usually feel safe telling him to go ahead and eat it.  The 5-second rule in my house extends much longer.  After 3 kids, I have learned that no matter how long the dirt and germs have been there, chances are what jumps onto that cookie isn't going to kill my kid.

Is there still the possibility that said dropped food gathered some dirt on the floor?  Oh yes, quite likely as a matter of fact.  But I have made myself feel better by vacuuming and/or mopping earlier in the day.  Because truly, it won't make much of a difference in his overall health.

The disease that is more troublesome lately has been the name calling in our house.  No one will call out, "Mo-om, he ate a cookie off the floor!"  But daily, hourly, sometimes even by the minute I can hear, "Mo-om, she called me _____" (again, go ahead and fill in the blank here.)

These are more heart issues than body issues.  (Matthew 12:34 You brood of vipers, how can you who are evil say anything good? For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.)  It is a lot easier to fix the body than it is the heart.

In the passage for today, the Pharisees are once again trying to trip up Jesus.  They seem like tattle tales as they point out that the disciples did not wash their hands before they ate.  Really, Pharisees?  I can see Jesus's annoyance.  They weren't concerned about what they were eating.  They were just looking for a way to make Jesus look foolish.

And in typical Jesus fashion, he turned the tables and pointed out their heart condition to them.

To me, it seems these days that we overly concerned about our outside appearances.  We diet.  We exercise.  We try our best to look good.  

But how much do we work on our inside?  The country is concerned with the epidemic of overweight children.  Are we as worried about sarcastic and disrespectful children?  (If we were, The Simpsons would have been cancelled a long time ago). Even more than exercise programs (which do have some value), I would love to see classes that train children -- of all ages -- in kindness, especially kindness of the mouth.  

Because that's a fruit that will never go bad -- not even after 5 seconds on an unwashed floor.

Compassion

Matt. 14:14

“When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick.”

When I think of Jesus coming to Earth, I often think of the pain it must have been for him to cram the Spirit being He is into a flesh-and-bone shell.  I think of how difficult it would be to deal with people who are finite in their knowledge and imagination, where He is infinite.  I think of the many who scorned and spat upon Him (and those who still do) when He did nothing to deserve it.

There was no reason to come here to us, in my mind, than to bring us to perfection.

But he loved and enjoyed us, even in our imperfect state.

Once again, I will draw on my experience as a mother.  Babies are imperfect.  They are completely reliant on their parents to feed them, clean them, and meet their every need.  And they whine about it.  There is no "thank you" uttered in the first year (and often well after that).  We don't take care of our children for the thanks we will get.  We do it because we love them.

Jesus is not waiting for a thank you.  He loves us unconditionally.  And He will always meet our needs.  He wants to do it because He loves us.  That, I think, is what compassion is.  Doing something with no motive but love.

In the story from which this verse is taken, Jesus had just been told about his cousin's beheading. Clearly, he was distraught (Matthew does not specifically say so, but I think so, since He needed time alone). When he came back, there were more than 5,000 people waiting for him.  He did not continue to dwell on what was bothering Him, but he drew himself into the needs of those at hand.  He did not see Himself, He saw the people. So, Jesus told the disciples not only could these people stay, but He was going to continue to care for them by feeding them (spiritually as well as nutritionally).  

It was just because of his love. He felt their pain.  And He was determined to love them through it.

I love his love.  Whenever I feel sad or alone, I usually don't want to talk about it.  How wonderful to serve a Savior who already knows.

Home Sweet Home

Matt 13:58

“And he did not do many miracles there because of their lack of faith.”

Jesus was teaching in His hometown. I can imagine his possible excitement at returning to the place where He had grown the first 30 years of His life. He would see friends and family. But He knew the reception He would get. It was a visibility deficiency – they knew Him only as a man and could not see beyond that. They would happily listen to their friend, but not revere their master.

Sound familiar? Isn't that what we want in America? We want our friend, the man Jesus. But we do not want One greater than ourselves. So, that is exactly what He gives us. Notice the verse says that He did not do MANY miracles. They are available for those who are willing to see them.

I don't know about you, but I want to see them.  I expect to see them.  I want to serve my Master because I realize I make a lousy one.  I want Jesus to fill the role He was meant to have.  He's going to tell me what to do, and I may not like it.  It may be painful or uncomfortable.  But I trust that He knows best.

Where is Jesus's home now?  To me, it is in my heart.  I want to welcome Him there.  There, the Holy Spirit will teach, and I surely hope I can be humble enough to listen and recognize His authority in His home.

(Sorry this was a short one.  Just to the point.)

Because I Said So (thus saith the Lord)

Matt. 12:8

“For the Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath.”

I love this whole passage (v. 1-14). It is full of paradox. But this one verse sums it up.

Here, He is called Son of Man, not Son of God. As the Son of Man, He came to serve. He came as a servant. His service was to free us. Free us from the bondage of sin. Free us from the debt of sacrifice. 

But what He shows us we are to do - be a servant - does not look very freeing.  It is about balance.  We don't get the freeing result until we have gone through the toil of service first.  (Not as a result of it, but rather just the consequence of direction). In our linear world and line of thinking, before an after, there must be a before.  Doesn't that make sense?  Jesus's humility, as well as our own, is an example of the world we live in now.  The condition from which we need rescue.  (Yes, it is also an example of love, but that is a given.  Looking in from a different angle here).

I think back to the Hebrews in slavery in Egypt.  Moses was a tool God used to set them free from their bondage.  This was an example, a type, of Christ to come.  God showing the world that He would send Someone to free all people.  In Jesus's own life, He showed what was going to be done on Earth.  

Jesus lived in the beginning, not as royalty as He should have, but as a poor workman.  We, as God's children should be living as princes and princesses, but the condition of this world does not have such an existence anymore since the Fall of Man in the Garden.  Jesus came to His people not on a white stallion, but on the foal of a donkey.  He did not bring war and destroy the enemies of the Jews, but accepted the death of a criminal.

None of this makes any sense!  He could, but He doesn't.  He serves, when He could be served.  It doesn't make sense, and yet it is.  We can't understand it, so God gives us the only answer a parent can give to a child not mature enough to grasp.

"Because I said so."  

You've been there, haven't you?  Too tired to explain why this is the way.  God has too.  Jesus is there with the Pharisees.  They were stuck in the before, and quite comfortable to stay there.

"Why aren't you doing it right, Jesus?  Why?  Why?" 

We shake our heads at them, but you know what else doesn't make sense?  We chose our sin over God.

But.  Then.  The example of the end came. Everything changed.  He died, but He did not stay dead.  And for the first time ever, a sacrifice stuck.  It was finally acceptable to God. Jesus was taken to Heaven.  And it was an example of how now, we will have the chance to be taken there too.

In this passage, He is trying to explain who He is and what He is doing, but the Pharisees aren't getting it. They are seeing the here and now. They see the beginning, and never the end. To them, there will never be a change. It must always be as it has been.  But we must see the whole picture.

As the Lord of the Sabbath, Jesus explains that He IS the law. His law is love, and his law is goodness. He requires no sacrifice because He was the sacrifice. He is greater than any law the temple has ever held.  The Pharisees could not see that, could not get past their noses to see beyond, so all He could do was to tell them.  

"It is right, because I said so."

That is paraphrased, of course, but I can't wait to ask Him if He ever indeed spoke those words.