During our Bible time in school, I always ask my littlest to give his best explanation of the Scripture passage of the day. One day this week, the passage was Matthew 6:19-20.
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal.
My eight-year-old gave this interpretation.
“We are Jesus’ best treasures, and we will see him in heaven, so we shouldn’t worry about having stuff, because we are the most important things to him.”
While his idea was not exactly a spot-on exposition (and I did explain the meaning of the passage later), I loved his answer, and it headed our lesson onto a worthwhile rabbit trail. How wonderful that my son grasped the concept of Christ’s love for him, and what a beautiful reminder it was for me. I teach it all the time, to my own children and those in my class at church, but to have it said with such confidence back to me was an immense comfort.
“We are Jesus’ best treasures.”
Our school year is winding down, and while my stress level should be proportionately winding down, the reverse usually happens, though I try to internalize it. We are approaching the end of nearly nine months of tight schedules and a nose-to-the-grindstone approach that keeps our family meeting goals and passing milestones, and we are all tired. We are looking forward to warm weather, time outside, and rest for our minds.
So, when my son said what he did, I felt a little click of release inside, a reminder of the reason that we do all we do.
We are indeed Jesus’ most valued friends, God’s most beloved children.
Out of the mouths of babes: come what may, God will love my list-ticking, hard-driving self, and I need to rest in that knowledge at times. I am a Martha who needs to find her inner Mary.
Since thou wast precious in my sight, thou hast been honourable, and I have loved thee. – Isaiah 43:4a
Do your kids ever inspire you with their simple faith? Do you consider yourself a Martha or a Mary? I’d love to hear from you.