Thursday, July 18, 2013
Hosanna!
Post pregnancy hormones are stealing my dignity. Last time around I cried at insurance commercials. This time it's at any mention of Jesus interacting with children in any way.
Little Child Sample #1. Note the seeming lack of inherent dignity.
Little Child Sample #2. Note that it is 1 am and this little child spent the past five hours screaming in his crib for toast.
Daniel's favorite song right now is 'Hosanna, Loud Hosanna.' It goes something like this:
D: "Mama! Sing Hosanna again!"
S: "Hosanna, loud Hosanna the little children" ... *sniffle*..."sang!"... *runs off to find a kleenex*
Here are the actual lyrics, in case anyone doesn't know the song to which I am referring. I have italicizes the parts that make me tear up. As you can see, the problem is extensive.
Hosanna, loud hosanna, the little children sang;
Through pillared court and temple the joyful anthem rang.
To Jesus, who had blessed them close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises, the simplest and the best.
From Olivet they followed mid an exultant crowd,
The victor palm branch waving, and chanting clear and loud.
The Lord of men and angels rode on in lowly state,
Nor scorned that little children should on His bidding wait.
“Hosanna in the highest!” that ancient song we sing,
For Christ is our Redeemer, the Lord of heaven our King.
O may we ever praise Him with heart and life and voice,
And in His blissful presence eternally rejoice!
Maybe I'm just really happy to hear that the children I'm spending so much energy on right now are so highly valued. It makes me feel like what I'm doing is important. But mostly it makes me feel self conscious. I don't like to cry. Oh well. I guess Jesus likes humbling adults just as much as he likes granting dignity to babies and toddlers. And it could be worse. It could have been insurance commercials.
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