I know what some of you are thinking…Your right Tim, boogers are gross!
A few years back I was listening to one of my co-workers fuss and complain about the childcare he was getting from the daycare center that he and his wife had thier kids enrolled in. The conversation went something like this…
(Him) “Yesterday when I went to the daycare to pick up my daughter, I walked in to see a line of boogers dripping from her nose. That drives me crazy! How hard is it to wipe a little kids nose?”
(Him) “I mean really, can’t they see the snots running down her face?”
(Me) “Hhhmmm, Yeah!”
(Him) “I think I’m going to have to find a new daycare…they just don’t seem to care enough!”
Ok, so it wasn’t really a conversation. He vented and I listened. At that time, I kind of felt bad for the guy. He wanted better for his kids but was stuck in a situation that didn’t really allow him many options. His poor kids were destined to live their childhood with “boogerstaches”…how awful!
Some years have passed and I now have seven children of my own. Can I tell you something…I no longer have the slightest inclination of sorrow for my poor daycare trashing co-worker. My pity has now been redirected to the daycare staff who is responsible for all of those snotty-nosed kids.
As a father of seven, I have seen some serious green over the years and I can tell you from experience that when the season for nose juices kick in, the boogers begin to flow. When you have seven kids and the season is in full bloom it can be quite difficult to keep up on all of those little noses. (Newlyweds, don’t let this discourage you from having children. I promise you the blessings will out-weigh the amount of snots you wipe over the years.)
Over the past ten years I have had to deal with some sticky situations, if you know what I mean. For instance.
A few years ago I went to pick up one of my boys from Sunday school. As I arrived to his classroom I realized that they were just finishing up with their lesson and were getting ready to pray. I was able to gather all of this info due to the fact that the door was slightly cracked open. I decided to watch to see how my boy acted during prayer time. To my surprise he did pretty well despite the fact that he had his finger buried up his nose the whole time looking for gold or something. Well, …he found it! So what did he do with it? Did he find a tissue to wipe it on…No! Did he flick it on the floor?…No! Did he wipe it on his pants?… No! Instead he decides to wipe it on the Sunday school teachers shoulder who was sitting next to him in prayer time. Really!!! Am I seeing this! I would have rather seen him eat it. I wanted to crawl under a table when I saw him do that. What was he thinking?
A few weeks ago I was sitting on the couch eating a piece of pistachio cake and enjoying a cup of cold milk. Well, of course Violet noticed the cake and came over and sat on my lap like a little puppy dog begging for bread. So, what did I do? I shared some of my cake with her. Now when you feed a little kid cake who is sitting on your lap, crumbs tend to fall. So after the cake was gone, I tried to clean up the mess as best as I could. But after a few minutes had passed I saw a crumb stuck to the top of my pant leg. The thought passed my mind to just pick it off and eat it. And just as I was about to grab it, I realized that it was a moist, sticky booger. The moist green crumbs from the pistachio cake blended perfectly with my sweet Violets well placed booger. I guess she felt like she had to leave me payment for the cake. Something green for something green. Imagine if I would have grabbed that thing and popped it in my mouth. Ugghhh!
Just the other day Violet had another victim. This time it was in the CFC nursery. You can ask Torrey about that. From what I hear she was sitting on his lap when an uncontrollable sneeze left him peppered with patches of pure green grossness. Sorry Torry, you never know when a “Violet Saint Helen’s” will explode.
I could go on and on with stories like the ones above. And I’m sure some of you have already had way to much booger talk as it is. So you are probably asking by this point, why is he telling this? What is his point?
My hope is to draw you back to the time of the little boy Jesus. The time in history in which the creator became part of His own creation. The time in which the God of all creation became a human being. Can you see Him running and playing on the dusty dirt floors of His parents house? Can you see him climbing on furniture and making messes like all two-year olds do? Can you picture Him pulling on His mammas tunic from that dirty, dusty floor? Can you see Mary wiping his dripping nose?
Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death— even death on a cross!
Can you grasp it? The King of Kings became a little boy for you and me. The God of ALL put himself into a position in which he couldn’t even wipe his own nose. If that is not Love, I don’t know what is!