The time Benjamin used red spray paint on my white washer and dryer I wanted to yell, but my husband explained that Benjamin had been trying to surprise us with a home makeover like the kind we watch on TV. I settled down pretty quickly once I realized Benjamin had kind intentions.
But a few weeks ago, I came in to the dining room and noticed something different about the crystal cross my mother-in-law gave us as a wedding gift. There, at the foot of the cross was a Star Wars Lego guy and more Lego guys were on the arms of the cross and at the very top.
I had no doubt whose toys these were – or who had placed the Lego guys there – but I wasn’t sure what to think of mixing play things with a symbol of something sacred. Should I insist they be removed as a show of respect? Should I allow my boys more access to the cross so they could see the sacred as something approachable?
Before I had time to figure out how I felt, my Star-Wars-Lego-loving Benjamin strolled in to the dining room.
“Hey, do you know anything about what’s going on over there at the cross?” I asked, nodding my head over toward the side table.
There was a small, impish grin and then the answer that turned everything on its head: “It’s a rescue mission.”
I think he went on to tell me something about Darth Vader chasing the good guys, but I really don’t remember. I was too stunned by his comment, a comment that was overloaded and spilling with meaning.
Of course it was a rescue mission. Isn’t that the whole point of the cross?
Bad guys, bad attitudes and bad hurts all chase us to the foot of the cross and sometimes it seems we aren’t safe until we climb into the very arms of Jesus – the arms that are always strong and welcoming.
I didn’t ask Benjamin to move his Lego guys.
I decided they were right where they needed to be.