I have always had a weird connection with children. Many would say it's because I still have the mindset of a child. I say it's because I like to play as do most children.
At many times in my life I have found myself in the company of children, whether it's been at church or just out in public. And I have always enjoyed the company. I can't say that with adults.
Last week we were doing our mobile medical clinic (read last week's post to learn more about it), I was charged with getting height and weight of classes as they came into the room. That's where I met Elvis. He's a first grader and did not grasp why I curled my lip.
When I finished one class, I noticed they were waiting in the room. That's because three in the class were sick and needed to see a nurse. So I sat in my chair as they attempted to be on their best behavior, which the were. I proved to be a great distraction. They came over and grabbed my hand.
One boy noticed my wedding ring, the only piece of jewelry I wear, and tried to pull it off. I had to laugh at him. That ring ain't coming off easily.
I would love to say it's because I treasure the 26 years and three days of marriage to the lovely and talented Tabitha Jean Partlow Davison. So I'm not letting go of the emblem of our marital bliss. I will admit that I will do anything to preserve my marriage. Thankfully, all that has meant is just loving her and doing what she says.
In reality, that small band of gold that cost $75 back then has become bent. For those who know 3-ring binder, it looks like D-ring. But it also means that bend makes it really difficult to get over the knuckle. Another factor is that I am noticeably fatter than I was 26 years ago. So much so my hands are fatter, and it was difficult to get it on my finger on our wedding day.
So this kid starts really pulling on my ring, then his friends join in. It was a fun five minutes for us. And we didn't need to say a word to each other. No language barrier when you're just playing and having fun.
Also, as he was doing this, it reminded me of a certain Marvel movie. And I need to get caught up.
I will say that working with these kids in these schools can be heart-breaking - if you let it. They are lacking so much in their lives that so many in the states take for granted. Instead I focus on what they have: a love of God, laughter, a desire to learn, friendship.
And they were bringing children to him that he might touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. But when Jesus saw it, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” And he took them in his arms and blessed them, laying his hands on them. - Mark 10: 13-16 (ESV)
On a separate note, today is Spencer Nicodemus' 21 birthday. He was one of the first kids from church I had the honor to know. He went to live with Jesus way too early for my liking, but I can't control everything. Shortly after he passed I was making a sandwich and one slice had a hole in it that you could see through. I posted a thought on Facebook (it's reposted below) and then today I had a slice with a hole but not all the way through it. Maybe I'm healing.
Papa sent me this sandwich today as a lesson. One slice of bread has a hole in it, but it still can be used in a sandwich. If I flip it over you can't see the hole but it is still there. It still functions as a sandwich. Such will be me after hearing of the death of Spencer Nicodemus. I will show the side without a hole and function. But the hole is there.