It was Children’s Weekend.
Yesterday, families were out to have all sorts of fun. Bouncing castles and face painting, ping-pong and virtual reality, book readings and arts and craft – all the fun you can imagine. But today, we had a different kind of fun when we gathered at church to fellowship as the kids were put in charge of every bit of the service.
I had coordinated the dance routines for the teens and 8-year-old to 9-year-old kids, so I was a bit all over the place at the start of the service, but for a brief moment when I stood at the back to listen to what was going on, I heard something that made me almost jump out of my wedges and run to the front in excitement. I did go to the front, but in a less dramatic way, and only to find out who had said what I had just heard.
Here’s the background: It was Bible Study time. The kids all sat in front as the beautiful Eniola who was coordinating the session stood before them with the mic in her hand. She had asked everyone to share who they believe they are, as the theme for the weekend was ‘I Am’, and some of the kids were having a go.
“I am awesome”
“I am amazing”
“I am fearfully and wonderfully made”
Those were the sort of answers that came through and we were all excited to know that our children believed these things. It is important for them to know who they are in Christ, and that, I believe, should be the foundation of their entire existence here on earth.
The answers kept pouring through until one that stopped everyone in their tracks, freezing us like ice-lollies.
Oh, I froze, if I didn’t, I would have missed it:
“I am the heel of God’s shoe”, said 8-year-old Meso.
I am the heel of God’s shoe
Of course, there was an uproar. And I think it was more from the fact that what she said had just flown over our heads like a boomerang. I can bet my last penny that a lot of us adults did not IMMEDIATELY understand what she said. It was deep. Very deep. And I can also bet whatever penny I have left that a few of those who heard that statement would probably not remember it by the end of the day, but that is the kind of statement that sends the deep-thinker/writer in me jumping like a little girl with a lollipop. In the midst of the excitement, I walked up towards the front to ask who said it and I was told it was Meso. Walking back, I tried to unravel what she had said – I am the heel of God’s shoe – what could she mean? I looked at my wedges and wondered what use the heels were and that was when it struck me.
I am the heel of God’s shoe.
Have you ever walked into a meeting or a gathering, wearing stilettoes walking on a concrete floor – and you are late?
The sound of your heels will cause every head in the room to turn.
So is that what she meant? I don’t know, and I’m still going to ask her. But my take on her statement is this: that being the heel of God’s shoe is to be the source of the sound God makes when He’s walking about. It means that our existence brings evidence of the presence of God. It means that when others see us, they have heard the sound of God just walk in the room.
O that we will all be heels of God’s many shoes, that we may fill the earth with the sound of Him walking around, doing good!
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger. Psalm 8:2 (KJV)