Daycare Matinee

I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other. . .

                                                                        Luke 18:14

Daycare matinee-

The Pharisee

 and

the Publican

Albeit distilled

For the

Honeybears

But Scripture plays in any house

"Has anyone

Done

Something

Wrong

This morning?"

5 year old Pharisees

Shake their heads no

 in unison,

Shifting the blame deftly,

Clinging, already, to

A nascent Self-righteousness.

"My sister hit me!"

"Max took my toy."

"I didn't try to do it."

"No Bears, I'm asking about you - have you done anything wrong?"

Again heads shake a no,

Fig leaves firmly in place;

But, just then,

The Holy Spirit flutters

And lands on Jake's shoulder,

And pricks his heart.

"Uh, uh. . . once I. . .I

I hit my friend with my

Backpack.

I hurt him."

Vacant stare;

The incident is playing out

Again in those

Wide saucers.

Now they are gleaming, brimming;

I thought his little heart was breaking

As his lip started to shake

And his shoulders heaved.

Hot, salty lashes;

Mary shifted over

To comfort him.

Don't worry little buddy;

Those tears will

Trade like diamonds

In heaven.

Go away, justified,

Honey.