Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever becomes humble like this child is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. Matthew 18:2-5; Mark 9:37, Luke 9:48
“If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them if a large millstone were hung around their neck and they were thrown into the sea.” Mark 9:42
I rounded the bend and low and behold right smack in front of me was the biggest most beautiful Mark I had ever seen. This Mark glowed and pulsated like a rainbow’s heartbeat. Out of it faint melodic sounds of laughter and singing could be heard. Giggles and love spewed forth like spring rain on thirsty earth. Oh the life that radiated from this Mark!
This is not a quiet regal Mark sitting on a mountain as so many others, “Be Kind, Love Your Enemy” a high target longing to be reached; this is a boisterous lively Mark. Woven through the life of it I heard rivers of love flowing. Numbed by its beauty I stared. This Mark is surely the most exquisite site in the whole wide world, neither the glorious snow covered peaks of Tahoe nor the cerulean blue Caribbean waters, nor even pinhole sunrises growing slowly into hot beachy days compare to the beauty of this living breathing Mark.
I turned my head and looked Jesus in the eye; He smiled at me and nodded as if to say, “Yes, it’s true.” I knew instantly what He meant. When I imagine Jesus on Mount Tabor so high and luminous, and when I see Him walking on water and raising the girl and Lazarus from the dead, and healing lepers, I become so discouraged. How could I ever in a million years fully integrate with the Mark? I fast and I pray, and I squeeze my eyes tight and hold my breath for five minutes straight and still I can’t be like Jesus no matter how much I want to.
But now I can look down and see many gleeful, pure and simple Marks and they call me into them to make me joyful also, and loving, inquisitive, and humble enough to trust the Lord without question, just as children trust me.
Faithful children salt this world with living Marks; gather them, treasure them, protect them and become like them, for they are the shortcut to heaven.