The story of David and Goliath never gets old when all the kids you’re teaching vehemently “boo” when you mention Goliath (pronounced “Holiyacht” in Zulu) and giggle/cheer for David when he swings his sling. I was so surprised that we managed to get the kids quiet for a 5 minute Bible story, and even so, they were still quite interactive with gestures and shouting the educational bits (“1-2-3-4-5 stones,” “Goliath was BIG, “David was SMALL”). Walking into the Mariannhill crèche was similar to last week’s experience—hug piles, uncontrollable noise, and a tidal wave of excitement. But as one little boy was wrapping himself around my knees, gazing up at me, and grinning with a smile that was missing his 2 front teeth, I had special moment. I experienced a small taste of the Kingdom.
He was repeating the same question in Zulu over and over again. I simply smiled and bent down to give him a big hug. I couldn’t help but think of Jesus returning and getting to spend a thousand years (give or take) repairing, edifying, and transforming the world. We will be able to come back to this crèche with the screaming Zulu kids, and I will understand them. Unlike today, where the tower of Babel took it’s toll, I will be able to connect with them in a way that I couldn’t today. Zephaniah 3 verse 9 came to mind, “For at that time I will change the speech of the peoples to a pure speech, that all of them may call upon the name of the Lord and serve him with one accord.“ What a beautiful moment that will be, serving the one true king with the same beating heart (Psa, 86:10-12 & Ezek. 11:19).