Let the children come...

I am a credobaptist and a pedocommunionist. Maybe I'm confused and you can't be both, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Both my kids have always partaken of the Supper when it has been offered to them. I've even served them myself (which makes me anti-sacerdotal; I'm just not mad about it).

Something happened during Holy Communion this morning that confirmed my conviction. From my seat it appeared that everyone had been served, but our pastor remained in the aisle, waiting. Seconds later a lady walked briskly toward him, her hands cupped to receive the bread. A few steps behind her rushed a little girl who couldn't have been more than three. The little girl walked right up to Pastor John, who knelt to serve her. Then the little girl turned to a deacon and dipped her bread in the cup and ate it without hesitation. She turned and followed her mom back down the aisle.

I whispered to Joan, "Suffer not the little children to come unto me."

Oh, for the faith of that child.