My friend and I laugh about making this our community job each morning. We wonder what it might feel like to arrive at school and have folks open your car door, celebrate your arrival, and compliment your outfit. What if we even brought paparazzi to our morning Red Carpet event? What if we really did announce a child's arrival? You've arrived! Welcome to school you beautiful, wonderful person! You are very important to us!
Walking home from the school, I feel like I've touched upon something eternal in that moment of opening a car door and celebrating a child's arrival. Something about that act seems to echo in eternity.
All of us parents, surrounding those youngest members of our community--celebrating them like that, protecting their journey from car to school entrance--represents a spiritual reality for me: I too am surrounded by that love and protection at all times. I have cheerleaders in the heavens.
Doesn't scripture teach in Hebrews 12 that we are "surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses" who cheer us on, helping us "run with perseverance the race marked out for us?" We cannot see the saints and angels, but aren't they surely there in some unseen realm about me?
Later, I ride in my minivan across town. As I unfasten my seat belt and turn to touch the door handle, I imagine them all there outside my van. My Red Carpet event unfolds as I walk into the cold, bright day, surrounded by my cloud of witnesses.
They cheer about me, celebrating and protecting.
(Photo, "Paparazzi at the ICA in London" by Justinc, courtesy of Creative Commons)