So Sunday we were preparing to leave the
church for the beach to do two baptisms.
As I stood near the door, beach towel in hand, I was approached by a
tiny child. It was a little girl who
attended with the American Girl group who had been in our retreat center for
the weekend. I’m pretty sure she was too
young to have been an actual participant in the retreat. She couldn’t have been more than six years
old. Cute as a button, though.
She marched right up to me and said, “I
need to talk to you.” Well, OK
then. I was immediately intrigued. So I bent down so I could hear her. I didn’t have my hearing aids in, so I
anticipated a bout of hearing childish sounds and struggling to piece together
meanings. Let’s just say, I needn’t have
worried.
She saw that she had my undivided attention
before beginning her topic of concern. A
look of serious compassion spread across her chubby little cheeks. No smiles here. All business.
I was drawn even more into this web of interest standing in front of
me. And then she spoke. And the anticipated childish sounds were not
at all what spewed forth. Nay. Before me stood instead a tiny little
adult. At least her words were oh-so
adultish.
“Here’s what I need to tell you,” she began
in her matter-of-fact, just-the-facts-Jack way.
“My sister over there (She turned
and pointed with awe and respect to one of the older girls in the room) has
been researching sharks. In this area
there are bottlenosed and several other types of sharks in the water. So you need to be very careful out there
today.” Message delivered. She nodded her head ever so slightly to
indicate I was dismissed, turned and skipped away to join the other girls.
Well, OK then. I had been duly warned. That was the first time I have ever been
cautioned to watch out for sharks during a baptism. Never by an adult … and certainly never by a
cute little munchkin. Thanks for the warning,
my little friend. I will remember your words
every time we have a baptism.
Revelation 21:4 says, “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more mourning or crying or
pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Father, thank you for sending that
youngster to deliver a warning to me Sunday.
Bless her for her efforts to minister to me. Amen.
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