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Elementary truths
Erin Fletcher
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Something about children convicts me. Maybe it is their playful spirits. It could be their innocent perspectives. Or perhaps it is their ability to show their true emotions. Perhaps the reason children convict me is because they reveal truths about me, about God, and about my relationship with God.

Darkness and Light

I was babysitting three of my favorite kids. The oldest child, a boy, loved to play hide-and-seek. His two younger sisters were too frightened to hide by themselves, so we often squeezed three bodies into the hiding places I found for myself.

On one occasion I made my way to the back of a walk-in hall closet where the shadows would shroud me in darkness. No sooner had I settled into a comfortable position when both girls appeared at my side whispering in frightened voices, “It’s dark. I’m scared. Hold me.” I gathered them into my lap as best as I could and told them to hold on to me. But even knowing I was there with them did not put their fears at ease. They wanted more than comfort; they wanted action. I led them slowly out of the closet into the light, wishing they had trusted me in the darkness.

Waning Enthusiasm

Recently I concluded a six-month tutoring program. Every Tuesday afternoon I went to one of the elementary schools in town to tutor a fourth grade girl in reading and math. Each week we completed a lesson from a workbook the tutoring program provided. It started out great. We enjoyed getting to know one other and had fun working through the lessons.

But slowly, something in her demeanor changed. She became less talkative and less patient. She would drag her feet up the stairs to the classroom where we met and then practically run down the stairs when we were done. No matter what I attempted to do to get her to enjoy our time together, she became more withdrawn. Soon her attitude rubbed off on me. Finally, the six long months came to an end and the tutoring program ended. We were both relieved and thankful it was over.

Looking at My Life

At times I act like the two little girls I babysat. I follow God, not knowing where he’s going but wanting to be with him. Then my eyes stray from him and focus on my surroundings. It’s dark. I become frightened and call out to him. He answers me. He pulls me up onto his lap and holds me. He makes himself known. When I am too frightened to trust the strength his presence provides, he leads me out of the darkness to prove his power to me.

At other times I am like the girl I tutored. I know God wants to teach me more about himself. I start off listening, eagerly soaking in all he reveals to me. But after a while, the joy of this experience wears off. I grow impatient with the lessons. It seems to take too much effort and too much time to drag out my Bible, skim through a chapter or two, and toss it back onto the shelf. I ignore the warning signs of complacency and begin to withdraw. Somehow he always brings me out, making me thankful one more of my spiritual dormancy periods is over.

I look back now and cringe thinking about the times I lost faith even though I knew following God would not always be easy. I’m sorry that I could ever let the world overwhelm me. Yet God remained faithful to me despite my lack of trust. I’m shamed when I think about the times I became stagnant in my faith, going through the motions because I felt it was my duty as a “good Christian.” I blush remembering the drudgery that my daily prayer and Bible reading had become. And then I thank God that he is not so easily swamped by the sludge that I build up in our relationship. He overcomes my fear and apathy. And he chooses to do this time and again.

Funny what simple truths kids can teach us. |L


Erin Fletcher is a freelance writer in Joplin, Missouri.

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