November 5, 2018


Help the Children

People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” – Mark 10:13-14

She was standing outside the closed nursery room door. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed.

Church members streamed through the hallway, not five feet from where she stood. They noticed her, commented on it, but kept going. Sunday school was about to start and they were scurrying up the stairs or down the hall or waiting for the elevator. No one seemed to have time for a misplaced three-year-old.

I headed over to her and immediately knelt down before her. I knew the little girl, her parents, her grandparents. What I didn’t know was how she’d managed to wander from her adults and find her way outside the room that housed her baby brother.

I hugged her, said a few reassuring words, then opened the nursery room door. The sweet ladies inside immediately came to help. They’d had no idea she was outside. Once the little girl saw her brother and the other 1-year-olds, she stopped crying. Of course, she was welcome to stay there while we located her family. (Her shocked grandfather was headed into the nursery before I could leave to go find them.)

What amazed me was the number of adults who didn’t want to be bothered, or get involved, in the tears of a small child. She was someone else’s responsibility. She was someone else’s problem. Except she belongs to all of us. Don’t we get that?

When children are welcomed into the church, we (the congregation) vow to help raise them, to guide them, to care for them. Those vows don’t say anything about only being available when it’s convenient, or when the child is happy, or when we feel like it. We are to care for them always.

Now, I certainly realize she wasn’t in danger. But she was distraught. Shouldn’t that tug on the heartstrings of us all?

It’s not the first time I’ve stopped to help a child who was lost. It really doesn’t take much time to call security, to dry tears, to notify parents or a teacher. But it does take looking beyond ourselves.

Children are such wonderful people. They wear their emotions outward for all to see. They haven’t yet learned to hide their tears, to push down their fears, to quell their laughter. They are just real. I wish we could all be more like that.

They also trust the adults in their world to look out for them. She was alone because of miscommunication, with one thinking she was with the other and vice versa. It happens. And, like I said, she was never in danger. But she did need a helping hand. She needed someone to open the door, to give her a hug, to find her adults.

I urge you to please never, ever walk on past a child in distress. If you can’t help, notify someone who can. Call the police or security. Notify a store clerk or a teacher. But don’t leave a vulnerable child alone. Jesus would never have kept going while a little girl cried in distress. Be Jesus. Take the time to help.

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