On Sunday mornings at Westminster church we had “big” church and “junior” church. Just before the sermon I would run down the steps with my sisters and the other children for junior church. There was singing, Bible verses, missionary stories, and an “object lesson.” Our teacher would show us something ordinary, and then draw out a lesson. A flashlight would demonstrate God’s light shining in the darkness, or putting on a jacket would represent putting on Christian character.
Just the other day, God gave me a personal object lesson.
It started one morning on my way to work. A tall man was walking in my direction with a little blonde haired girl seated on his shoulders while he lightly held her ankles. When they passed by I could hear her chattering, carefree and happy on her perch. It was a charming sight.
A week later I saw them again. And then again on another day. The two of them reminded me of something, but what was it? Then I remembered. In the first chapter of Deuteronomy Moses wrote about God’s relationship with the Israelites during their forty years in the wilderness. “You saw how the Lord your God carried you as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.” Elsewhere God is pictured as father or judge or shepherd or love. But this description – like a daddy carrying his little boy (or girl!)- touched a place in my heart.
I knew there was something to learn. In my mind, I could hear God saying “there you go on your way to work, fretting about one thing and worrying about another. Stop and look at the little girl! That’s exactly what I do with you– I carry you, high on my shoulders where you are safe and close to me and can chatter away on this walk to work.”
I want to be like that little girl.