2021.07.11 I Know This, Said The Child

When Jesus of Nazareth chose his disciples, he didn’t look for them in expected places, such as his own temple, authority figures of his day. No, he chose working people, the poor, the mentally ill, and children—those who knew their need of God.
            
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When the family of my youngest son made their first visit to see our new digs, seven-year-old Dylan whipped breezily through our apartment, commenting on nothing except how huge our bed was, and asking “When are we going to get pizza?” Nevertheless, when he came into my office and looked at the home altar where I kneel to pray, he stopped and took a longer-than-a glance look. I imagined he was thinking how weird his Grammy was, but then he pointed to the small wooden crucifix arrayed in seashells in the center.

I remembered when I'd decided to buy this little item. I snuck into a tiny gift shop located downstairs under a large shopping mall and run by some Carmelite sisters. It felt almost secretive, illegal, to be selling religious artifacts while above so many people were engaged in one of the most important worshipful activities in American life—shopping.  I was shopping too—underground, for a crucifix. But I’d been in spiritual direction with a Jesuit, and I knew I had to meet Jesus on the cross without a flinch or a moan—or at least with all my own flinches and moans.
 
Resisting my habitual impulse to explain, or invade the moment with resurrection talk, I shut up as I watched Dylan. Pointing at the crucifix, the little boy said: “Oh, I know this one. They shot lots of darts and spears into him and he died. It was very sad. But he was good.” Then he shot off, leaving me puzzled and amazed.

Dylan had been baptized Christian as an infant and privately by a willing Congregational minister on a Florida visit to his maternal grandpa. It was, in my opinion, one of those side-deals with little attempt to honor the sacrament of becoming a Christian in community. I confess I’d felt angry, hoping to have the honor of baptizing him as I had my other grandchildren. But who dares fuss about baptismal rights or rites?

This wise child has never been to church, but he has his own unique way of being in the world.

Where did his stunningly accurate and uncomplicated summation of Jesus’s crucifixion come from?
        A fantasy sport on his little game screen?
        Eager first grade classmate’s “evangelism”?
        The biblical prophet, Isaiah (11:6) in which little children shall lead the way to the kingdom?

Jesus in Mark 10, miming the prophet, teaching that we enter the kingdom of God as children?    

Theologians may continue, and will continue, to debate and fuss over the theology of the crucified one we call Lord, as in how could a good God allow such an unjust and cruel thing happen to a Christ, a Messiah—and worse, a Beloved Son?

So go, already, buy a crucifix you can hold and rejoice in what you can’t explain.