Jesus is famous for telling his disciples, “Unless
you become like little children, you cannot enter the kingdom
of God.” (Matt 18:3) But what does that mean? How does a
person become like a child again? Surely, Jesus does not mean
we must become physically small and chronologically young, since
that’s impossible. In John’s gospel, Jesus tells Nicodemus
that we must be born again, but he doesn’t mean that we
must come forth from our mother’s womb once more. Becoming
like a child is not about size or age.
Perhaps it means that one must become as sweet
and innocent as a child again? Only someone without children would
think that’s what Jesus means. Most parents of my acquaintance
find it hard to stop laughing when people talk about how innocent
children are. As a child, I often wondered what my mother meant
when she said my brothers and sister and I would be the death
of her. Now, as I watch my own family, I understand. My nieces
and nephews are very sweet, and awfully good, but the simple fact
is that they are also con artists. After a few early mistakes,
I learned that when a niece or nephew asks me for anything, I
have to check with the nearest parent to see if it’s okay,
because these kids are clever. From the moment I walk in the door,
they are working me. Matthew will yell out, “All right!
Uncle Fran’s here!” as if I were his best friend and
we hadn’t seen each other in years. Katie will give me a
hug and a kiss, and Bernadette will pull me over to whatever game
or drawing she is working on, so I can admire her work. Soon,
one of them is whispering in my ear, “Can I have a cookie?”
And before long, without even realizing it, I am handing over
a whole package of Oreos, and my sister is asking me how someone
supposedly so smart can give three small children what is in essence
a bag of sugar, thirty minutes before their bedtime.
My nieces and nephews aren’t malicious, but
they are not exactly innocent, either.
So if becoming a child is not about size or age
or innocence, what is it about? It’s something even harder.
It’s helplessness. It’s dependence. In today’s
gospel, the risen Jesus says to Peter, “Now you go where
you like, you do what you want, you are in control. You are young
enough that you can go fishing at night with your friends when
you want to; you are strong enough that you can swim from the
ship to the shore, and by yourself lift a full net of fish. But
now the time has come for all that to change.”
Listen again to how Jesus describes that change:
“Amen, amen, I say to you, when you were younger, you used
to dress yourself and go where you wanted; but when you grow old,
you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you
and lead you where you do not want to go.” Jesus is describing
what it is to be a child. We lift up our arms as Mom or Dad pulls
a sweater down on us, brushes our hair and ties our shoes. They
hold our hand and led us to places we did not want to go: school,
church, the doctor’s office or the dentist’s chair.
When we are children, someone else is in charge, decides what
we wear and where we go. Childhood is a time of deep dependence
on others: for safety and protection, for care and love, for life
itself. Children can not make it on their own.
Jesus says to Peter, “That is where you are
headed again. If you continue to follow me, you will become like
a child again. Other people will decide where you live, and it
will be in prison. Other people will decide what you wear, and
it will be rags. Other people will decide what happens to you,
and it will be death. And in that cell and under those chains
and on that cross, you will have no one to turn to but me. And
I will not abandon you.” That is the path Jesus lays out
for Peter. He will become like a child again, but the ones who
make the decisions will not love him, the ones who lead him will
not care for him, and the place he is taken will not be safe.
When that happens, Peter will be helpless. Peter will not be able
to make it on his own. And Christ will be there.
Peter accepts this path. He becomes like a child
again. As we hear in the Acts of the Apostles, he fearlessly proclaims
the resurrection of Jesus Christ. The result is “the captain
and the court officers had brought the apostles in and made them
stand before the Sanhedrin.” Peter does not choose to go
to court, he is lead there. He does not decide to stand before
the Sanhedrin, he is forced. Because Peter has heard the call
and turned his life over to Christ, because he obeys God rather
than men, he is ordered about, given no choice, forced to come
and go and the will of another. Peter is sent to prison. Peter
is made to suffer. Peter has his life taken from him.
But there is the wonder of being a disciple, the marvel we celebrate
this Easter, the good news of life rising out of cross and grave.
Peter will be weak as a child, led by others, given no choice,
unable to protect himself from punishment and prison. But Peter
will be strong as a child of God: dependent on Christ and so utterly
free, obeying God instead of men and so living beyond prison walls,
suffering yet saved because what matters most is beyond the reach
of his enemies. Peter dies to himself to live in Christ. He gives
himself away, and so receives himself back, loses his life and
so saves it, just as the Lord promised.
When Jesus says that we must become like children
again, he is not offering a sentimental vision of innocence, of
going back to the carefree days of childhood. He is saying something
harsh. He is asking us to remember what it was to be a child,
to have no control, to live at the direction and insistence of
others, to be so dependent that we could not survive on our own.
Weren’t we all glad to leave that behind, to take control,
to make decisions for ourselves? Christ says: “As a child,
you had to live that way. Now, choose to live that way. Choose
to be dependent, ask to be weak, freely hand your lives over to
me.”
Unlike Peter, arrest, imprisonment and execution
do not await us; but like Peter, sin, loneliness, and loss will
come. We fail, we sin, our bodies weaken and our minds grow slow,
and as we face a hard future we are borne back ceaselessly into
the past on waves of regret and loss. And for some there does
come a time when others must dress them and feed them and lead
them. Today, Jesus tells us that being his disciples will not
keep us from these sorrows, will not save us from weakness and
age, will not spare us the wounds of sin and loss. But if we become
like children again, if we turn our lives over to Christ, if we
obey God rather than men, if we say and mean, “Not my will,
but yours be done,” then suffering wounds but does not destroy
us, sickness ravages but does not ruin us, sin and loss weigh
us down but will not break us. Christ handed over his spirit to
the Father, and thus was death destroyed. When we hand our lives
over to Christ, every hardship and grief that comes to us comes
to God as well, and He is our help, stronger than flesh, deeper
than blood.
In today’s gospel, Jesus calls from the shore
to the apostles, “Children, have you caught anything to
eat?” They hadn’t caught a thing. On their own, after
a whole night of fishing, these professional fishermen had nothing
to show for their hard work. Jesus says, “Cast the net over
the right side of the boat and you will find something.”
They obey his command, and receive in an instant what all their
hard work did not win. At this Mass, Christ asks us the same.
“Children, have you caught anything to eat?” Have
we found any food that really satisfies, any pleasure which does
not fade, any gift or hope or trust which can last in the face
of death?
Christ says, “Take this, my body. Take this,
my blood.” We have to take it. We can’t make it on
our own, we can’t catch it, we can’t earn it. We must
receive it. We must stretch out our hands, and take what he alone
can give. And when we do, then like children called around the
dinner table, we are young again. Like the lepers and the lame,
like the blind and the crippled, like the sinner and the suffering,
we fall before Christ and receive his Spirit. That makes us true
children of the Father.