The air was cold and crisp yet the warmth of the morning sunshine made being outside pleasurable nonetheless. Laughter floated on the wind as a father and daughter played with a football on the soft grass. Running, laughing, pretend tackling, they were playing with all they are. I stood there transfixed by the joy of their play. There was an intimacy expressed in their play. The expression of their love was so evident to me that I had to smile.
At that moment God spoke to my mind saying, "Come play with me son."
I'm a contemplative person and I seldom think of play as an expression of our relationship with Christ. But there it was before me, the joy of intimacy expressed in play. To include God in our play! What a revelation to my soul.
A loving father saying, "Come play with me."
What a beautiful expression of love and relationship. Christianity has to be larger than singing, praying, reading and sermons. Where is the room for play? This is the question brought to my mind today. How do we come before God with a playful attitude in our hearts? That spontaneous joy that comes from spending time together with someone we love.
"Come play with me"