For those of you who don’t know, I am the father of two children who are well into their teens, actually one of them is about to enter his twenties.
The other evening I got home from work, put my bike in the garage and walked through the front door. I could immediately hear that there more than the usual number of people in the house and all of them were in the kitchen. As I listened I realised that there was an extra voice, a little voice.
We don’t really have any little voices anymore.
We were being visited by the little girl from next door. Today’s activity was cake baking. Birthday cake baking to be precise.
Little voices have a way of saying things with a delight that we lose somewhere along the passage of time. There’s a wonderful honesty too.
I love it when the little voices come to visit.
Jesus had a particularly special place for people with little voices, and not just children.
The Bible talks about children, women, widows, orphans, servants, aliens, foreigners, the outcast and the indebted, all of whom still have a little voice in our society today.
About children, though, Jesus had this to say:
The people brought children to Jesus, hoping he might touch them. The disciples shooed them off. But Jesus was irate and let them know it: "Don’t push these children away. Don’t ever get between them and me. These children are at the very center of life in the kingdom. Mark this: Unless you accept God’s kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you’ll never get in." Then, gathering the children up in his arms, he laid his hands of blessing on them.
We should love to have the little voices at the centre of the kingdom too.