The last year or so of mine and my husband's life has been turbulent. Everything from a burglary (while we were home and asleep) to unemployment, the death of a family friend, and much more, has seemed to happen to us all at once.
The other day, I was doing chores around the house, not consciously thinking of anything in particular, when I found a verse of "How Firm A Foundation" running through my head:
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
We've all had these moments - when our subconscious throws up exactly what we needed to hear right then. More often that not, it's something we've known for ages, something whose words are so familiar to us that they feel like part of what makes us ourselves. This is our library - the songs, stories, quotes, prayers, poems, pieces of scripture, words of wisdom from friends and family that we draw on to make sense of our lives, and to get us through tough times.
One purpose of children's ministry is to make sure that Christian stories, Christian imagery, and the great works of Christian hymnwriting and prayer are part of our children's library. This is why it's important not just to present our children with prayers and hymns that are "for children," but to introduce them to the classics, the ones whose words are rich and mysterious, and which they may not entirely understand.
Dorothy L. Sayers wrote about three stages in educational development - "These, in a rough-and- ready fashion, I will call the Poll-Parrot, the
Pert, and the Poetic--the latter coinciding, approximately, with the onset
of puberty. The Poll-Parrot stage is the one in which learning by heart
is easy and, on the whole, pleasurable; whereas reasoning is difficult
and, on the whole, little relished. At this age, one readily memorizes
the shapes and appearances of things; one likes to recite the number-plates
of cars; one rejoices in the chanting of rhymes and the rumble and thunder
of unintelligible polysyllables; one enjoys the mere accumulation of things.
The Pert age, which follows upon this (and, naturally, overlaps it to some
extent), is characterized by contradicting, answering back, liking to "catch
people out" (especially one's elders); and by the propounding of conundrums.
Its nuisance-value is extremely high. It usually sets in about the Fourth
Form. The Poetic age is popularly known as the "difficult" age.
It is self-centered; it yearns to express itself; it rather specializes
in being misunderstood; it is restless and tries to achieve independence;
and, with good luck and good guidance, it should show the beginnings of
creativeness; a reaching out towards a synthesis of what it already knows,
and a deliberate eagerness to know and do some one thing in preference
to all others."
When a child is given as much rich mental food as possible during the "Poll-Parrot" phase, the child has a ready-made library on which to draw for analysis and expression in the "Pert" and "Poetic" phases. The "Poll-Parrot" phase is all about learning facts, memorising words, poems, prayers, stories - building information which can then be drawn on when mere memorisation is not as pleasurable as it was before. But if we rob our child of stimulus during the "Poll-Parrot" phase, by the time they come to analyse what they have learned, there will be nothing there. Children who have been taught the Noah story, the Exodus story, the Jonah story, the Baptism of Jesus, the imagery of the River of Life in the Kingdom of God, who know the words to "Wade in the Water" and who can recite "when I tread the verge of Jordan / Bid my anxious fears subside / Death of death, and hell's destruction / Land me safe on Canaan's side," who have heard the Prayer over the Water at Baptism services and been sprinkled with water at Easter Vigils ... they will have the building blocks on which to discuss, when they grow older, the imagery of water in Christianity, its paradoxical position as source of life and metaphor of death. Children who have had these things withheld from them "until they're old enough to understand" will have no such instinct.
I was reminded of this two weeks ago when I was finishing a Sunday School lesson with the 5 to 11-year-olds. I lined the children up and, as usual, began to recite the prayer of St. Francis, moving down the line and making the sign of the cross, with my thumb, on each child's forehead.
First one child, then another, and finally, most of the row, began to join in. "Where there is darkness, let us sow light - where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith ... where there is discord, union ... grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love."
I doubt many of the five-year-olds could tell you what "discord" meant, and probably even some of the older children are envisioning us SEWING peace, rather than sowing it, coming up with some complex explanation for why this makes sense. But this prayer is in their blood now - they know it, its rhythms and cadences are becoming more familiar every week. It is becoming part of them. And who knows when, twenty years down the line, on a day when they are full of grief or confusion, the line "it is in dying that we are born to eternal life" may spring, unbidden, in their minds, with all the promise of Christian hope that it contains?