This past weekend, one of my colleague were setting up a farewell party in his house for another colleague who’s migrating to Australia later this week. I was invited along with the others in our office department. All of my colleagues brought their kids along, and the farewell party automatically became the kids party. At first my focus was on the food, because the "ayam serondeng" that my colleague’s mom made was among the best chicken that I ever tasted. No kidding, man. I still remember the taste, and just writing about it makes me hungry…
After having my dinner, I started to watch for the kids so their parents can have their dinner in peace. Well, I actually didn’t think that I could be a baby-sitter, but it just so happened to be that way. The kids were running around the apartment playing, and soon enough I got involved. Those self-proclaimed "policemen" started shooting at me and labeled me the "big bad boy" (BBB), so I decided to play along. Lucky for BBB, he found a "machine gun" and started shooting back. 🙂 This went for about ten minutes, but finally it became a one-sided contest once the girls were involved in a join-attack with their "dragon" weapon… I was easily overcome and then I unconditionally surrendered.
Though the event was tiring on my part, it was a time well-spent. No doubt about it, especially if I compare it with my original plan to watch Turkish F1 Grand Prix on TV alone. 🙂 But even then, there’s one incident where the boys accidentally "brushed" their plastic guns into one of the girl’s face and made her cry. Thank God she’s alright, though her face became a bit reddish.
I truly enjoy playing with those kids, and I can only imagine the parent’s joy of having such beautiful presents from God. No wonder people call a newborn baby as "bundle of joy". But at the same token, I can only imagine how hard it is for the parents to raise their kids: feed them, bathe them, clothe them, teach them, discipline them, etc. Yep, I can play with the kids, but I don’t know how to raise one. At least not just yet. 🙂
Watching the kids play reminded me of what Jesus did in Mark 10:13-16. He said "Unless you accept God’s kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you’ll never get in." Jesus loves kids, and it showed when he gathered the children up in His arms and laid His hands of blessing on them.
However, God didn’t stop there. To show His love for us, He sent Jesus so we can be saved and able to become His children. God has created mankind solely to bring pleasure and glory to Himself. He loved us so much, even He gave Jesus to die on the cross so we can be saved and may call Him "Abba, Father". We are God’s bundles of joy, His pleasure, the apple of His eye. Also, in the similar way as parents raise their kids, God wants to raise us as His children too. He will carry us, feed us, discipline us, and equip us with His love, knowledge, and wisdom so we can grow up and be more like Jesus.
Thank you Lord for making me Your children, Your bundle of joy. For that reason alone, You are worthy of my worship and praise forever. May my life become a delight in Your eyes.