Small hands lifted
in expectation,
waiting
to be filled
with
bread….
he saw no reason
why he
should be excluded
from the table…
.... he had heard
the story,
and participated
in song,
and prayer,
(and play)…
...so I placed
the bread into
his hands,
chubby still
with infant fat,
just as Jesus'
hands were once
before they
were pierced
to make
us whole…
A young family attended church today, and their young son participated in the service as much as he could, when he came with his mother to the communion rail and lifted his hands in anticipation I served him (with his mothers permission).
I am aware that for some this is a step too far, but those little hands were lifted in faith that they would be filled, and it seemed wrong to send them away empty; I believe in prevenient grace and in an open table and he came to receive!
He dipped his tongue into his mothers "wine" and pulled a face, one step at a time then, he had received enough grace for today…
