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Shoplifting

5/22/2014

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When Reese was two-years-old she shoplifted.

She was with her mother when it happened. (This is not to say that her mother caused the theft or that Reese wouldn’t have thieved with me by her side instead of her mom). Reese stole from a Michael’s craft store while she was there with Mindy picking up flowers with which to decorate the cross for an Easter worship service.

Apparently, while Mindy wasn’t looking, Reese grabbed a piece of fancy, clear, gelatinous soap with a bird figurine in it. Reese put it in her Cookie Monster backpack. Then she zipped the bag up and made sure not to tell Mindy what she’d done. Mindy bought the flowers, and they left the store. It seems Reese thought the soap was food and had plans to eat it.

Mindy didn’t find the soap until later in the day. She explained to Reese why this action wasn’t a good thing. Then she took Reese back to the store and had her cough up the soap along with an apology.

Thankfully, the police were not called.

I know how it happened. I mean, I know how Reese learned the mechanics of what she did.

By the age of two she’d watched us shop dozens of times. She’d seen her parents put items in bags at stores. Reese had even signed a credit card receipt for me once. At home on a number of occasions she’d picked up a wicker basket and placed all manner of things in it. When I asked Reese what she was doing, she said, “I shopping.” 

She already had the mechanics of shopping down, but Reese lacked an understanding of the proper context for shopping (like the silly, cultural practice of actually paying for things with money). And without this understanding, Reese’s shopping became stealing.

I’ve noticed a similar context issue in the way I read the Bible and allow God to use scripture to influence my life. And, it’s an important issue. If you mess up the context, you can miss the real power of the story. If you miss the power of the story, you can miss Christ alive and on the move in your world, in your life.

Here’s a small example for me having to do with the “Palm Sunday” story we read the Sunday before Easter.

You might remember the story about Jesus entering Jerusalem for the final time on a humble donkey. A crowd of people line the road leading to the city gates. They spread their jackets on the road before him, wave branches, and shout praises.

I automatically put this story in the context of “Sunday religious service.” However, before it became this, the context of the actual event was more like a political protest parade.

The people were unhappy with the way their governmental, economic, and religious institutions were living. They saw Jesus as God’s answer to these problems. Jesus responds by climbing on a donkey as a way of evoking the imagery of the prophet Zechariah. In doing this, he seems to be saying, “I am your victorious ruler, but I come humbly and in peace.”

Meditate on that for a moment. The parade was about Jesus as a peaceful king seeking to change the world before it became a religious parade celebrating a Jesus who keeps our souls out after we die. How might that change in context influence how we are followers of Jesus?

If we will let it, whether it’s a Bible story, a conversation, or an action, paying attention to the proper context can shift the way we live in the world in a wonderful way. But, without a sense of proper context, bad things can and do happen.

In such a world, even toddlers shoplift.



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Playing Hospital

5/6/2014

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When Reese was a year and a half old she turned our living room into a hospital.


She decided that our loveseat was a hospital bed shared by T.C. and My Friend, two of her baby dolls. She delicately placed a pillow under both their heads and covered them with blankets.

“They are not doin’ well,” Reese told me. “They sick. They in hospital.”

At one point Reese asked me to pray for them. I said I would.

I put my right hand on My Friend’s arm. Reese, of her own accord, took my left hand in her right. Then I asked Reese to put her left hand on T.C.’s arm. She did. I prayed a simple prayer, pausing after each line to let Reese say it herself. After the “amen,” I showed Reese how to give a gentle kiss of peace on the doll’s forehead. I kissed My Friend. She kissed T.C.

A day or so after our prayer meeting, I wasn’t feeling well and lying on the living room sofa. Reese walked by. On a whim, I asked her to pray for me. She did so – eagerly. For the most part, I couldn’t understand what she was saying, although I could pick up an occasional “feel better” or “Jesus.” And, of course, her speech ended with an “amen.”

Why did she turn the living room into a hospital? Why was she so interested in prayers for healing and peace?

It occurred to me that Reese had been on a number of hospital visits with Mindy right around the same time. So, Reese had stood beside the hospital beds and heard the prayers and seen the peaceful touches. Now she was playing them out, practicing them, pretending them through her dolls. Through her play, Reese was trying this aspect of Christian service on for size.

This play and pretending is a critical part of how she processes life and matures.

A number of times Mindy and I have heard Reese scolding her stuffed animals for the very same things for which we’ve scolded her. My mother-in-law for years worked as a counselor of families and children. With kids she often used play therapy to allow them to grapple with life’s challenges by pretending them out with toys.

It seems to me that as we age we should not give up this healthy play as a way of growing, especially if we are seeking to grow into more fully-formed followers of Jesus.

Along these lines, I remember the house-building mission trips I’ve taken to northern Mexico.

There is a lot about such a trip that is not play. The gut-wrenching poverty and the desperate need for livable housing are not in the least bit “playful.” But, in a different sense, a mission trip is all about holy, Christian play.  

Think about it. A group of people go somewhere distant from the normal patterns of home to “try-on” what it’s like to live, even for a few days, as a more focused community of Jesus. We share our resources. We make ourselves available to one another. We make times of prayer and praise a priority for us a community. We live as if the mission given us by Christ was the most important thing we had going on in our lives. And we call ourselves to look at those we are working with through the compassionate eyes of Jesus.

In the best sense possible, such groups play at being more intentionally and clearly Christian, if even only for a few days. At while we play, it really happens.

In essence, it is very much like what Reese was doing as she played chaplain of her makeshift hospital, and this is a very good thing. If we will let it, such play can help us grow in faith, hope, and love – not just for a few days, but perhaps for the rest of our natural lives and beyond.

What quality of Christ would you like to try on for size through this type of “play therapy”? Who knows? By pretending in such a way you may find that the Lord has actually made it yours.



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    Robert here.



    This is something called a Reese Piece. Reese is a nickname for Karyssa, my daughter. 



    Each Reese Piece is a brief exploration of some way I sense God has spoken to me through her.

    God reaches us through the experiences and relationships of daily life. This seems obvious, but I find it’s something which is still easy for me to forget. 


    It is my prayer that “Reese Pieces” will encourage you to look for the ways the Lord is trying to reach you through the life you live each day and the people who populate it.

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