Effective
The bell rang wildly over my head.
"Okay! It is class time! Everybody line up!" called the lower learning center supervisor. As she attempted to organize the pushing, talking children, I picked up tossed-aside winter coats, caps and mittens. How many times had we told these youngsters to put these things where they belonged? Now their winter wraps were getting muddy from the tracked in snow.
I glanced down the line of squirming children. Their hair was ruffled from their stocking hats. Some had damp clothing and some had drippy noses. Most of them had wet shoes or boots.
My eyes looked upward and I sent a silent prayer that direction. "Oh, Lord, it is a new year but with the same old problems from the last year. I need a reviving touch from You today. Please, Lord, give me patience with these children. Amen."
The supervisor had been counting noses. "Where is Ricky?" she asked me.
"He wasn't with us during our chapel time," I replied. "I will call his mother to see if he is sick."
But there was no need to do so for Ricky and his dad came in the front door of the school right at that moment.
"Good morning, Ricky," I said as he tracked past me and into the gentlemen's room.
Ricky's dad spoke a few words with us while we all waited in the hallway for Ricky to join the line of fidgeting children. Finally, he emerged with a mischievous grin on his wet face. He knew we had been waiting on him and he was enjoying the prolonged attention.
"Same naughty child," I thought. "Dear Lord, please add `more love' with the patience that I just prayed for."
As Ricky walked by, his dad reached out and took hold of his arm. Everyone watched as Ricky's father gently cupped Ricky's small chin in his big hand. He bent his large frame over Ricky's little one and carefully looked for toast crumbs around the child's mouth.
Then the father bent down a little further and kissed his son on the forehead. Ricky smiled. He skipped over and joined his classmates while his father turned and quietly went out the door.
A wave of calmness rippled through the adults and down the line of children. Talking had ceased. Hands became quiet. Backs straightened and heads turned toward the classroom door as the supervisor opened it for them to quietly file through.
My eyes made contact with the supervisor's. No command for order had been given, but the children were divinely peaceful.
A simple kiss from a loving father had disciplined the children. They felt something very grand had happened.
So had I. In that touching moment I was reminded that these little children are precious in the Father's sight. He is entrusting into our care valuable jewels wrapped in fleshly bodies. A current of patience and love flowed over my soul. I lifted my eyes to heaven. "Oh, Lord, thank You for sending me Your love in such a beautiful way. Amen."