I know I was touched by God Incarnate this morning. It was awesome.
Today we had a special healing service after the two usual ones at church. There was laying on of hands, anointing with oil and some good praying and music. I played and sang a couple chants on piano. It was free-flowing and simple, leisurely yet concise. It was rather unlike our usual weekly white Protestant fare, in which church is a more individual endeavor (though not nearly as personal).
Since I was playing piano, I did not go forward to be anointed with oil during the healing service, but I wanted to be anointed afterward. Those who had helped officiate (a pastor and a few ‘Ministers of Care’) were scattered about the room, so I turned to the closest other person, a short, cute kid certainly no more than 4 years old. I called him over and said, “I didn’t get any oil for my head during the service. Would you help me?” He nodded.
I picked up one of the bowls of oil and handed it to him, kneeling down to his level. He dipped his left index finger into the oil and slowly, deliberately traced it down my forehead – then across, in order to complete the cross.
His mom then came over and helped him say a prayer for me. She told me he really likes church. I told her, maybe he’ll end up getting stuck here too. I hope someday, particularly if he does end up going into ministry, I can find him and tell him this story.
Jesus said, “Let the children come to me.” I’ve been exploring the idea that Jesus is, among other things, an ongoing, at-any-moment manifestation of God Incarnate, one who shows up in others (and maybe even me? Whoa…) from time to time. Today, I’m convinced that Jesus showed up personally to me and blessed me at the hands of this awesome little kid. Thanks, Ethan!