Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Puppetry


Was thinking about how amazing it is that we are the sons and daughters of God, and what that means, exactly.  To be the adopted children of the divine.  It seems (at least to me), easy to acknowledge God as our creator.  And to assume that creator is somehow the equivalent of "Father", but that's not entirely true.  Father is much MORE than creator, because it implies a likeness of being, of substance.  Creators create out of any substance.  A Father creates out of His own.  Take, for example,  Gepetto, the toymaker who constructed Pinocchio out of his skill, and desire to have a son.   But as a puppet, whose every movement was controlled by the puppetmaster, Pinocchio was not a SON.  He was a CREATION.  Gepetto loved Pinnochio, but he wanted him to LOVE HIM BACK.  And to do that, he had to "cut the strings", so to speak.  Pinnochio had to have a free will - to be able to move and decide and speak for himself.  Otherwise he was just a creation, who could never choose to love a Father. 
Once "string-free", Pinnochio's job was to become "a real boy", because it was only then - once he was no longer a puppet made of wood, but a boy of flesh and blood - that he would TRULY and fully become Gepetto's son. I feel like during our sojourn on earth, we are all "stringless wooden puppets".  So, how did we, lifeless wooden puppets, become animated?  Through the sacrifice of God's true and only Son.  His death gave us the opportunity for life.  In Pinocchio, it was a Blue Fairy.  On Earth, no one less than God's only Son would suffice.   As such, we are allowed to make mistakes, and follow our paths, because our Master desires us to love Him back, and to become truly His REAL children. But He does not want puppets.  He wants children.  And like Pinochio, we mess up a whole lot, and are easily led down the wrong paths. 
 The little "cricket" on our shoulder does not always speak loudly enough for us to heed it's good advice.  Gepetto searched and searched for Pinochio when he was led astray, just as our Father searches relentlessly for us, calling us ever home to Him.   At the end of our journey, though, it's God's plan that we become truly sons and daughters of Him - to become "REAL" boys, as it were - of the same substance as the Father, of the same flesh and blood, fully real, fully able to love Him back as He loves us.  That is the gift He gives to us - the gift of Himself, of being forever a part of His family, of His divinity.  Not just figuratively.  Literally.  And THAT is awe-inspiring.

Letter of Augustine to the Catechumen Honoratus  AD 412
"This is the grace of the New Testament, which lay hidden in the Old, though there was no end of its being prophesied and foretold in veild figures so that the soul might recognize its God and, by God's grace, be reborn to Him.  This is truly a spiritual birth, and therefore it is not of blood nor of the will of the man, nor of the will of the flesh, but of God.  This is called adoption.  For we were something before we became sons of God, and we received benefit by wich we became what we were not.  One who is adopted is not yet, before he is adopted, the son of him by whom he is adopted; nevertheless, he is at that prior time one who can be adopted.  And from this begetting by grace we distinguish that Son, who, when He was Son of God, came that He might become the son of man; and He thereby enabled us, who were sons of man, to become sons of God."

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Guardian Angels

The boys have frequent nightmares, and every night I assure them that their Guardian Angels will protect them, and that they have no need to be afraid.  I asked them what they thought a guardian angel might look like.  When they said cute little babies with diapers and wings, I had to correct them.

Mom: "No.  Angels are BIG and STRONG.  They are God's warriors!  Gabriel and Michael are two of the head angels."
Colby: "HEY!  Gabriel was around when Jesus was a baby!"
Quinn: "How do you know their names, and why do you know what they look like?"
Mom:  "Some people have seen them before, and the angel's told them their names."
Quinn:  "I've never seen my angel.  I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl".
Colby:  "When I was a baby I saw an angel.  It was a boy angel with wings.  He told me to not be afraid, he would protect me.  I spoke to him in baby language, but I still remember". 
Mom:  "Well, in the Bible, that's the most common thing angels tell us.  Do not be afraid!"
Quinn: "Why?"
Mom:  "Because God is more powerful than the most evil villain, the most horrible monster.  If God is protecting us, what can hurt us?  So there's no reason to be afraid!"
Quinn: "What's heaven look like?"
Mom:  "It's the most beautiful place.  Think of the most beautiful place you've ever seen, and multiply that by a million. There's a gate made of pearls, and the streets are of gold, and there are houses that Jesus has made for us to live in."
Quinn: "Can we fly to heaven in an airplane?"
Mom: "Nope.  It's not a place on earth."
Colby:  "Gabriel spoke to Joseph in his dream."
Quinn: "How does an angel get inside our HEADS????"
Colby: "And Jacob climbed a ladder in his dream all the way to heaven."
Quinn: "So, Jacob knew how to get there.  It was really far!"
Mom:  "Well, that was only in his dream."
Colby:  "Heaven's on a cloud".
Mom:  "Well, not exactly.  It's hard to explain."

An in depth discussion on heaven, souls, earthly bodies, and time ensued.  If there's no time in heaven, how do we need know when to eat?  How can souls move around if they have no bodies to move them?

Mom: "Your soul is FREE without a body.  It can fly higher than the birds, or swim below the water."
Colby:  "Your soul can swim like a duckbill platypus."
Mom:  "Uhhh, right". 

Quinn wanted to know how a body could turn young again when Jesus came again.  So many questions!  And such GOOD questions!  And Colby seemed to have a lot of answers, orthodox or not ;).  It's alot to wrap your mind around, isn't it little men?  It's alot to wrap my mind around, too. 

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear
to whom God's love commits me here.
Ever this day be at my side
to light and guard and rule and guide.
Amen.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Faith of A Child

When the boys were little, they would at times say things that made me think they had a spirituality, an understanding, beyond anything I could've taught them.  As they've grown older and "smarter" about the world, these precious relevatory moments have become less and less frequent.  Well, today, my 2 year old Reagan did something that shocked me.  Reagan has a mild verbal apraxia, which means that she has difficulty forming new words, leading to a speech delay.  She's in speech therapy, and getting better, but learning new words does not come naturally for her.  Her language is primarily gibberish at this point.  This morning, though, as I was laying in bed with her, reading my Catechism, she pointed to the picture of Jesus on the cover, as if to ask who He was.  I said "Oh, that's Jesus".  She looked up at me, still smiling, and said perfectly clear "JESUS".  Then she KEPT pointing, KEPT smiling, and continued to say "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus".  When I nodded, and tried to get back to my reading, she emphatically shut the cover, pointed again at the picture, and kept saying it "Jesus!  Jesus!"  Like she recognized Him, and was just thrilled to be able to put a name to Him at last.   Like they were long lost friends, whose name she had never known.   So crazy.  Just humbles and amazes me  to recognize how God speaks to and through even the tiniest child.  To realize that, even though I have a responsibility to teach my children about God, they often already know and recognize things before I have taught them.  I'm just reinforcing something they already inherently know, because they are so very fresh from the hand of God.  Because they are so precious in His sight.