Even the pastor's child has been know to be distracting. During my first call my son was in second grade. We always had a bag of stuff to do. I had learned not to put action figures or vehicles in the bag. Instead we made sure there was mazes and puzzles, books, and paper. So he decided just as the sermon was starting that stabbing your bulletin with a pencil was very cool. It made this great noise and created this circle with lead around it. Now when you discover something that amazing, you can't help yourself, you have to make the noise again and again. There I am the pastor preaching the sermon. I am becoming distracted by my sons new found noise making ability. I preach extemporaneously, so I don't have it written although I have it planned. So I can't just keep speaking when all my mind can think is please stop. So I loose my train of thought as one more pencil slams into the paper and say excuse me I have to be mom for a minute and tell my son to stop what he is doing. Who knows how the sermon went after that.
People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them. Mark 10:13-16.
Did Jesus know that those same cute, adorable children, could make noise and be a distraction. I think the answer is probable yes. He was spreading God's Kingdom and God's kingdom included those who were sometimes the most unwelcome. He was inviting those with the least power to be part of this new kingdom.
Dear young mother, this is one of the reasons I became a minister in the first place. I have this very odd call story. In fact it is the first story I every told when invited to share why I thought God was calling me to ministry. I was in my 20s and while always believing in God, I struggled with the church. When I was visiting family I always went to worship, but when home with my husband I couldn't find a place where I fit. A family had invited me to come to their church. They had just hired this new young (40s), female pastor. So I decided to go to church. My son had just learned to walk, so he was running every where he could. He also loved to scream no. This was the answer to everything. So we settled into a pew in the back, where we could make a quick exit if needed. He was doing what toddlers do. Exploring. I thought he was being really good and really quiet. The service was just about to the point where the pastor was going to give the sermon. This old man sitting behind me tapped me on the shoulder and told me to get out, since you aren't paying attention to the service anyway. I started crying. I grabbed all our stuff and fled. I cried. I cried for a week. My husband said some unkind things about the man and said give it up, who needs the church. But I couldn't let it go. This was the United Church of Christ, the church of my heart that said everyone was welcome. But I wasn't welcome, me the pk (preacher's kid), grandchild of pilgrims, was not welcome. Why didn't they want my son and I in worship?
When I shared that story for the first time, I said to my home church, where my grandparents belonged, that this is why I want be a minister. I want to make sure every child is welcomed and a place is found for them.
So dear young mother, please know that you and your son are welcome on the good days and the bad. For in him and in you we get to experience God's presence.