I’m wrist-deep in dish-water when the littlest one tugs at my T-shirt.
“Ple-eeease, Mommy, will you come see?” she pleads, and I abandon dishes at the invitation to discover what she’s secretly created behind the closed door. She leads me in a bouncing swirl of chiffon and bows and flowers in her hair.
She opens the door into her magical world of play, and looks up for my approval. I ooh-and-aah over her little Eden.
She begs me, “Sit, sit!!”
I can barely find a place to put my feet. The entire room has been transformed into a Polly Pocket village. In one corner, she’s set up a restaurant. In another corner, a doctor’s office, and a playground and a townhouse where all the Pollies live. There’s a castle and a shopping mall and a train and a school bus.
“Here Mom,” she says, pressing a plastic figurine in my hand, “You be Jesus.”
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be to her: Jesus.
I set him up in the Lego-land sanctuary of plastic pews and a cross. (And yes, that is Stitch in the background. And wouldn’t you know it? Princess Jasmine is the church secretary!)
We find a small nail and place it on the table.
“That’s to remind us of the spikes,” she says. And we remember what really held Jesus to the cross. And we recall how we decided to keep the Easter spike out all year long in our home, too. Yes, we are Easter people. And, yes we stand in victory at the mouth of the empty tomb. But we also bow low before the mystery of the Good Friday cross — all year round.
Anna moves her Pollies about their world — from the restaurant to the church to the castle to the train. And I — with my Jesus — stay inside the church.
“Mommy,” she furrows the brow, “You aren’t playing right.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because your Guy has to do other stuff, too,” she says, and then takes Jesus to show me how.
She becomes the hands and feet of Jesus. And through her, I see what it means to live as Easter people.
How often do we — the Easter people — leave Him at the altar, under the steeple, or in the quiet of the sanctuary? Yet he calls to us from our doorsteps: “Let me in. I want all of you — not just your Sunday-morning devotion.”
And today, sweet Anna shows us how:
“See, Mommy, He’s the teacher.”
And, she says, He’s also a blogger! ~smile~
(Oh that the words of my mouth, and the meditations of my heart by acceptable to Jesus here in this place on the World Wide Web!)
We dine with Him.
And yes, we have fun with Jesus. Joy is not a feeling or a place or an occasional mountaintop experience. True Joy is a Person!
With Jesus, the future’s so bright, we gotta wear shades.
Today, may each of us — as the Easter People — reflect Jesus in our everyday worship, our everyday work, and our everyday play.
Every. Single. Day.
Jesus, Let me be a reflection of You!
Each Wednesday, I join Ann Voskamp as we “Walk With Him.” Together, Ann’s community of bloggers considers spiritual practices that draw us nearer to His heart.