The child sat cross legged on the floor of her Aunt’s cottage as she pulled out the first book from the set of children’s bibles on the bookshelf. The night before her Aunt had read them a story from one of those books. She was curious about the one written of in the stories.
The inside cover showed him wearing a white robe standing in a green field. He looked so kind, and there were a lot of children gathered around Him. She wanted to know Him, but did not know how to come to Him.
After she was dedicated to the King when she was a baby, as was the custom, He was forgotten. All she knew was that He lived in Heaven. She was told that only good children would go to Heaven, and then she would be told that she was bad. If she did try to come to Him, would He make her go away?
Sometimes she would sing Him a song with a wish in her heart. Later that summer evening as she waited for sleep to come, she thought of him in that green field. She approached Him in her mind, but a dark presence kept her from coming closer, telling her that “only good children could go to him”. She stood there uncertainly, not knowing He was holding out His arms to her as He dropped to His knees calling her name.
The angel who had been appointed from birth to be her guardian watched her. Seeing she had come alone, the angel asked the King if there was not some way to be found to reach the little girl. The angel stood between the hesitant child and the dark one. The King roared like a lion at the dark one saying “forbid her not to come to me: for of such is the Kingdom of heaven”.
The child approached the King with longing, fearful she would be rejected. Shyly she touched His hand, pleading “Jesus, I believe in you. Please, I know that I am not good enough, but I want to come to you, and live in Heaven one day. Will you let me come?”
The roar subsided as the child approached. The face of the King softened as the lion turned into a lamb. He held her as she was welcomed into His Kingdom. The child could only perceive Him dimly. Unseen her angel responded with great joy and shouts of gladness. The joy was tinged with grief, for many of the children of Adam who came to Him alone were dispossessed and orphaned, many of them clad in filthy rags, not knowing who they really were. If only they could see, if only they could know who they were born to be. The greatest in His kingdom were those who were like children.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:3
This nine year old child was clad in green checked shorty pyjamas that had the motif “my heart belongs to Daddy” embroidered on the front, which brought a smile to His face. Those who wanted to enter His kingdom had to come to Him in belief like this child. Unheard by the girl He said “Child, the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to you.”
He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. Matthew 18:2
Later on in life the King told her how she had met Him wearing those pyjamas. She asked her mother if she had been given clothing like that. Her mother replied that indeed she had, for she had sewn them for her holiday.
Children came to Him very easily, but unless the parents knew Him the child got left in the wilderness. This child would not be trained in the way she should go. She would be travelling alone to start with. Unguided, she would eat the bread of adversity and drink the water of tears.
It was crucial that the children were shown the way to Him. It is written;
“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6.