Be More Kennie…

Luke 18:15–30 – The Gospel According to Kennie

Yesterday I took Kennie to her first dance class.

I was two – the same age Kennie is now – when my mum first took me and my sister to dance classes. I can still see the enormous staircase we had to walk down – just 3 or 4 steps, but it felt huge to 2 year old me – and I remember the fear and excitement I had about those first dance routines. So as Kennie went dancing yesterday, I knew, somewhere in her heart and mind, memories were being stored up for future Kennie to enjoy. As we were instructed to go around in a circle, Kennie listened intently, watched with interest and then broke rank. She ran into the middle of whichever circle had been formed and did her own thing, unashamed, proud. She spun and swirled and jumped and reached up high and touched down low. She took two ribbons when the invitation was for one and she positioned herself in front of the floor to ceiling mirrors, enjoying her own reflection, with no sense of having to hold her stomach in, or being critical about her appearance. She was free and happy and secure. And my heart was full.

And when I hear this morning’s gospel, I can’t help imagining this is what Jesus is speaking of.

Let the children come to me. Do not stop them.

The kingdom of God belongs to such as these.

I often think I can learn a lot from our little girl. ‘Be more Kennie’ is a good life lesson. And Jesus seems to be saying the same. He sternly orders his disciples not to stop the children, not to silence them, not to keep them away. Maybe we should approach Jesus that way too – not waiting until our clothes and hands and hearts are clean. Just coming as we are, confident that we will be warmly welcomed.

When I pick Kennie up from nursery it doesn’t matter if she is knee deep in the sandpit or paint, she sees me and her face lights up and, even across the playground I can lip-read as she says ‘it’s my mummy’ and she runs and leaps at me, knowing I will catch her and be pleased to see her and will cover that mucky sticky face in kisses. We should approach Jesus like that – be more Kennie.

A few weeks ago, I was in church on a Saturday, getting things ready for Sunday worship and Kennie came with me. As I pottered around, I heard her call out ‘I need the body of Christ’. As I turned round, she was approaching the altar rail, with her hands outstretched and she said it again – ‘me need the body of Christ’. So, I gave it to her, of course. We should approach Jesus like that. Always wanting more. Always ready to ask and receive, mucky sticky hands outstretched. Definitely be more Kennie.

And then our gospel passage takes an interesting turn, and we go from those upturned faces of the children, with their hands outstretched, desperately willing and waitng to be blessed and we meet this guy who comes to Jesus with a question – good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life. And they have this exchange; why do you call me good; no one is good but God alone. Don’t commit adultery, don’t murder, don’t steal, honour your father and mother. And he says, I’ve done all those. He’s trying really hard, and then Jesus says ‘sell everything, give it to the poor and come and follow me’. And the man is sad because he is very rich.

He’s not like Kennie at all. He really cares about what he has.

Sure, when Kennie sees something she wants she boldly demands, ‘MINE’, so they are alike in that way, but when she comes running across the playground to me, or hears that music start up at her dance class, she doesn’t give two thoughts about what she does or doesn’t have, nor how she looks, nor anything else…she just ups and runs, or twirls or jumps. She is single-minded and I’m sure that is what Jesus is asking of this rich guy – don’t focus on all that, on all you have and how important you are. Drop all that and come and throw yourself into my arms. I’ll catch you and I’m so pleased to see you.

Jesus doesn’t care if we have everything right and in order, or everything wrong and entirely out of place. He just wants us. Entirely. Wholly, sticky fingers and all.

In my Sunday school days I remember hearing about that rich young ruler. About how sad he was and how he went away defeated and how he never entered the kingdom of heaven. But how my thinking has changed now. How much more grace I now heap on him. Jesus doesn’t send him away. He goes away sad, but he still has all the time in the world to respond to Jesus’ invitation. And I imagine him going home and looking at all he has and all he’s done and realising it’s worth absolutely nothing.

Imagine him thinking back over his encounter with that Christ man and being inspired. Imagine him picturing those kids and how they approached him and being encouraged to be like them. Maybe he became more Kennie, left his wealth, came running back, and followed Jesus. I’ve rewritten his ending to be that way because I think it’s far more likely; grace is always available to us and it never runs out. And yes, following Jesus is costly, but its also so compelling. Having been face-to-face with God, why wouldn’t he go from there, reflect, leave it all behind and rush back?? Maybe his heart and his wealth cracked open and he found his own purpose right there in its centre.

It’s no coincidence that these stories sit side-by-side; the children and the rich man. Both come to Jesus. One comes empty-handed; the other with hands full of everything. Both are loved. Both are invited. But only one can receive, because only one has room in their hands. And that’s the invitation offered to us too.  To let go — to be more Kennie. Because when we loosen our grip, we make room for grace. We make room for, as verse 30 promises us, ‘very much more’…including…’eternal life’.

So today, in the name of Christ and on behalf of the church, I invite you too. I invite you to this table, hands and hearts full, but with the intention of laying it all down here, and becoming empty handed, in exchange for the body and blood of Jesus. Then leave from this table with freedom and hope in place of all that you currently carry. Don’t be like the rich young ruler and turn away sad, instead, be more Kennie… Amen.