When King Louie Comes to Church

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Each time we leave the house Jenny’s eyes quickly scan the room and she makes a beeline to grab something to bring with her. It doesn’t matter where we are going she has an intense need to have something in her hand as she exits the house. Just going to play in her Dad’s car – a favourite hobby- requires her to bring a tiny zebra (aka zeba), a kitchen cloth and a blankie bear (aka disembodied bear). I do not know what goes on in her mind but that need of having something familiar, something from home seems to be growing.

Last Sunday King Louise (aka Monkey) made his first (and hopefully last) appearance in church. Jenny could not be persuaded to leave him in the car. But somehow having Monkey with her gave her confidence she does not normally have in church – she gladly ran up to people she would normally shyly smile at to show them her monkey.

Her love of stuff and the security she is finding in it has made me think about me and ‘my’ stuff. Where does that love of stuff come from? Does it give me a false sense of security?

I’m reminded of one king who got into trouble for counting stuff:

2 Samuel 24:5-7 After crossing the Jordan, they camped near Aroer, south of the town in the gorge, and then went through Gad and on to Jazer. 6 They went to Gilead and the region of Tahtim Hodshi, and on to Dan Jaan and around toward Sidon. 7 Then they went toward the fortress of Tyre and all the towns of the Hivites and Canaanites. Finally, they went on to Beersheba in the Negev of Judah. 8 After they had gone through the entire land, they came back to Jerusalem at the end of nine months and twenty days. 9 Joab reported the number of the fighting men to the king: In Israel there were eight hundred thousand able-bodied men who could handle a sword, and in Judah five hundred thousand. 10 David was conscience-stricken after he had counted the fighting men, and he said to the LORD, “I have sinned greatly in what I have done. Now, O LORD, I beg you, take away the guilt of your servant. I have done a very foolish thing.”

Putting our worth and our security in counted things does not honour God. It is my prayer that our family will hold lightly to our stuff so as not to cling to it and find our value in it. I hope that I will be able to model that for Jenny, although it is tough – I also love stuff!

Lord, teach me to hold lightly and gently all that you have given me. Help me not to find my worth in things, but in you.

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2 Replies to “When King Louie Comes to Church”

  1. Hi Tcsoko family! I am so sorry that we just disappeared as quickly as we appeared 2 years ago. I think about you regularly. And thank you for blessing us with your blog again. Love and hugs, from the John family.

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