They say that I can move the mountains, and send them falling to the sea...
They say that I can walk on water, if I would follow and believe...
With faith like a child.
- Jars of Clay, "Like a Child"
My daughter blows me away. She's smart - which is certainly great - but what floors me more than any fact she might know is that she has faith that I can't even touch.
It's really thanks to her (and some lovingly persistent friends) that we've found a church that I think we'll be calling home. It's also thanks to Sarah that we remember to pray before meals, that we give most of our "Christmas gift budget" to Operation Christmas Child and the local S.P.C.A. and the city homeless shelter instead of to ourselves.
This Sunday, as we sat in church, preparing for Communion, Sarah seemed far away as our pastor spoke of the body of Christ, asking parents to be sure to help their children understand the significance of what we were about to do.
Sarah turned the communion wafer over and over in her hands while I tried to focus.
She tapped my arm, and showed me her wafer, which was split in half.
"It's OK," I whispered, thinking I wanted to avert a Great Communion Crisis. "Want to trade?"
"No," Sarah whispered insistently. "I broke it because that's what he said. The body is broken."
She pulled the pieces of her wafer apart.
"And because we believe, He becomes whole again. The more people believe, the more God's kingdom gets whole."
Then she pushed her wafer pieces back together, just in time to follow the pastor's leading to "take and eat together."
Maybe next month, he'll remind the kids to help their parents understand the meaning of what we're doing.