“‘Out of the mouth of infants and nursing babies you have prepared praise’?”And leaving them, he went out of the city to Bethany and lodged there.
The narrative of the gospels present us with a stark contrast between darkness and light. The light is shining - Jesus is healing and doing miraculous things. Even the youngest in the crowd is singing praises to the Son of God. Yet the darkness is indignantly sniping at the heels of the healer. How blind must a person be to not see divinity in a worker of miracles? How hard and callous must a heart be to reject compassion.
I think that there is a darkness in humanity that sometimes enters when a child transitions into adulthood. Sometimes the darkness resembles bitterness.. often it is angry. I can relate to it. When I was around twenty I rejected the hypocrisy that I saw in the church I was raised in. And in much pain I stopped praying. Yet in my mid-twenties the light broke through my darkness. With childlike faith I embraced the healer and sang praises to him.
Hosanna to the Son of David! Lord, help me to praise like a child.