There is a preschool in our church. Kids and their parents are coming and going all day long.
My office window looks across the street at the middle school. I can see the parents picking up and dropping off kids. I can hear the loudspeaker calling kids to the office.
Our Open Gym program on Wednesday afternoons usually attracts 70 or so middle schoolers.
On Sunday evenings I work with a great youth group of 25-30 young people.
I went and saw Children of Men last night and I hope to never again take for granted the presence of young people.
Children of Men was a moving and thoughtprovoking film. It was beautifully and arfully filmed even thought the first hour or so of the film was full of despair and hope seemed distant. Violence and corruption were ruling the day and there seemed no escape in sight. And then a child was born.
What impressed me the most about this film was the fact that it was able to avoid a simple over-dramaticization of this birth and the impact it would have. There was a minute or two of a moving awe struck silence as both sides of the battle stopped firing and looked at the child with admiration and wonder. Just as this scene was about to drag on for too long a shot rang out and the violence errupted again.
It seems as if the birth of a child wasn’t enough to bring peace – there needed to be a human response to the child. A response that the humans weren’t willing to make.
As I reflected on the film over pie with friends I couldn’t help but think of the Christmas story. Barely a month ago we celebrated the birth of a child and had hope for all of the ways that things would be different. Are they different today? Unfortunately, not in many ways. As humans we’ve had opportunities to respond in ways that would further hope, but we’ve continued to further our own agendas before being concerned about the needs of others.
And so as I see the children come and go from the church, as I watch middle schoolers get picked up from school, as I hang out at open gym, as I work with my youth group, I hope to never take for granted the gift that these young people are and the hope that they symbolize for a tomorrow that could be – if only we would open ourselves to the possibilities of that tomorrow.