Wednesday, April 15, 2015
I had just entered the chapel and begun my nightly rosary, when the little children filed in --- the VERY little children. There were perhaps twenty-five or so, and two adults. The children were, I would guess, four or five years old.
As they entered, some walked across the room, passing in front of the altar and monstrance there, focused on finding a good seat. Others found a chair and searched for something to look at, a book to read, or perhaps pictures to look at, if they could not read. And a goodly number of the children knelt down, put their hands together, and stared at the altar, praying. And two went face down, stretched out on the floor before the altar --- obviously imitating a parent they had seen pray in this way.
And all were totally silent.
After looking at their entry and positioning, I myself looked up at the altar, and I wondered: “What are You thinking of this display which just appeared before You?” And as if in answer to my silent question I felt I could see God smiling: these were His children.
After about 5 minutes, the adults stood up and without a sound headed toward the doors, and the children seeing them, silently followed.
I reflected a bit on what I had seen. And after I thought about it, I surmised that perhaps that this event images how God sees us all. Some of the children seemed deeply in wonder and awe at His presence, some were trying to pray as best as they know how, and some seemingly were unaware of His presence --- even though they were surely told that He was there. That’s probably the view God has of us, too, and how we treat Him.
But I had this perception when the kids were there that regardless of the perfection of their love, He loved them all. In a way, at that moment I know I did too. I mean, they were kids, how could you not love them?
And, I guess, relative to his great majesty --- and mercy --- that’s how He feels about us.
That’s a good thing to remember, especially on those days when we don’t feel that “love-able”. We’re just His kids, His family. How could He not love us?