Bailey"s Jesus

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by deecrossett, Nov 15, 2002.

  1. deecrossett

    deecrossett New Member

    BAILEY'S JESUS
    Author Unknown

    God recently allowed me to see Jesus through the eyes of
    someone seeing Him for the first time. Having the advantage
    of knowing how the story ends, we can easily forget the cost
    of our redemption and the love of our Savior.

    Every year we attend a local church pageant at Christmas
    time, which tells the story of Jesus from His birth through
    His resurrection. It is a spectacular event, with live animals
    and hundreds of cast members in realistic costumes. The
    magi enter the huge auditorium on llamas from the rear,
    descending the steps in pomp and majesty. Roman soldiers
    look huge and menacing in their costumes and makeup.

    Of all the years we have attended, one stands out indelibly
    in my heart.

    It was the year we took our then three-year-old granddaughter,
    Bailey, who loves Jesus. She was mesmerized throughout the
    entire play, not just watching, but involved as if she were a
    player. She watches as Joseph and Mary travel to the Inn
    and is thrilled when she sees the baby Jesus in His mother's
    arms.

    When Jesus, on a young donkey, descends the steps from the
    back of the auditorium, depicting His triumphal entry into
    Jerusalem, Bailey was ecstatic. As he neared our aisle, Bailey
    began jumping up and down, screaming, "Jesus, Jesus! There's
    Jesus!" Not just saying the words but exclaiming them with
    every fiber of her being. She alternated between screaming
    his name and hugging us. "It's Jesus. Look!" I thought she
    might actually pass out. Tears filled my eyes as I looked
    at Jesus through the eyes of a child in love with Him, seeing
    Him for the first time. How like the blind beggar screaming
    out in reckless abandon, "Jesus, Jesus!", afraid he might
    miss Him, not caring what others thought. (Mark 10:46-52)

    This was so much fun.

    Then came the arrest scene. On stage, the soldiers shoved
    and slapped Jesus as they moved Him from the Garden of
    Gethsemane to Pilate. Bailey responded as if she were in
    the crowd of women, with terror and anger. "Stop it!" she
    screamed. "Bad soldiers, stop it!" As I watched her reaction,
    I wished we had talked to her before the play. "Bailey it's
    OK. They are just pretending."

    "They are hurting Jesus! Stop it!"

    She stood in her seat reacting to each and every move. People
    around us at first smiled at her reaction, thinking "How
    cute!". Then they quit smiling and began watching her watch
    Him. In a most powerful scene, the soldiers lead Jesus carrying
    the cross down the steps of the auditorium from the back
    They were yelling, whipping, and cursing at Jesus, who was
    bloodied and beaten.

    Bailey was now hysterical. "Stop it! Soldiers! Stop it," she
    screamed.

    She must have been wondering why all these people did
    nothing. She then began to cry instead of scream. "Jesus,
    Oh, Jesus!" People all around us began to weep as we all
    watch this devoted little disciple see her Jesus beaten and
    killed as those first century disciples had.

    Going back and forth between her mother's lap and mine for
    comfort, she was distraught. I kept saying, "Bailey, it's OK.
    Jesus is going to be OK.

    These are just people pretending to be soldiers. She looked
    at me like I was crazy. In my lap, we talked through the
    cross and burial. "Watch, Bailey, watch for Jesus!"

    The tomb began to tremble and lightening flashed as the
    stone rolled away.

    A Super Bowl touchdown cheer couldn't come close to
    matching this little one's reaction to the resurrection.
    "Jesus! He's OK. Mommy, it's Jesus!"

    I prayed that she wasn't going to be traumatized by this
    event, but that she would remember it. I shall never forget
    it. I shall never forget seeing Jesus' suffering, crucifixion,
    and resurrection through the eyes of an innocent child.

    Following the pageant the actors all assembled in the foyer
    to be greeted by the audience. As we passed by some of the
    soldiers Bailey screamed out, "Bad soldier, don't you hurt
    Jesus." The actor who portrayed Jesus was some distance
    away surrounded by well-wishers and friends. Bailey broke
    away from us and ran toward him, wrapping herself around
    his legs, holding on for dear life. He hugged her and said,
    "Jesus loves you." He patted her to go away.

    She wouldn't let go. She kept clinging to Him, laughing and
    calling His name. She wasn't about to let go of her Jesus.

    I think God in heaven stopped what ever was going on that
    day and made all the angels watch Bailey. "Now, look there!
    You see what I meant when I said, 'Of such is the kingdom of
    heaven?'"

    Bailey's reaction should be our reaction every day. When we
    think of Him, who He is, what He did for us, and what He offers
    us, we have to say, how can we do anything less than worship
    Him?
  2. CJ-Tex

    CJ-Tex New Member

    There is no greater love. As I wipe the tears from my eyes.. reading this wonderful story filled my heart this morning!

    Thanks for posting it.

    In faith,
    C J
  3. kathyrere

    kathyrere New Member

    No matter how many times i see or hear the story of Jesus's I cry. It touches my heart so much. Christa's (my Daughter) dad played Jesus in the Christmas Pageant. She really got upset when they took him to the tomb. so i kinda experienced this.
    i was already crying today now i am really crying. just a big old cry baby today.
    kathyre
  4. Kim

    Kim New Member

    And a lovely way to start off the holiday season.....Jesus, the reason for the season.

    Amen
  5. Revella

    Revella New Member

    I was really touched by this message. Isn't it wonderful when we see through the eyes of a child? Too bad we can't all keep that child-like faith.
  6. PMangels

    PMangels New Member

    This is such a heart warming story. I've seen several pagents portray this and it is very touching, everyone.

    Blessings
    Arlene