“Let the children come to me…”
What do you imagine hearing these words?
I imagine our Father opening his arms to his children.
I imagine my Father opening his arms to me.
I imagine my Father in a garden beside a white chair so I could be with him, so I could sit with him.
When I would pray, I proudly say,
“Here I am, Lord! Your servant is listening!”
And remembering him, taking notice of his presence, I come to my senses.
Before I arrived, he is already here.
Before I arrived, he was already present.
Before I arrived, he was already waiting for me, eager for his child.
I imagine Jesus smiling with his arms wide open
waiting until I arrive in his arms.
