All right, I’ll just stick my oar in the water and do a little splashing:
Spare me from a church sanctuary which is sanitized of all noise (welcome and unwelcome) from children under the age of eight, from a reader board with numbers flashing to inform a mom that her child (# 241) is pitching a fit. The thought makes me shudder.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them.”
I think other cultures have so much to teach Americans. We tend to get prissy about anything that we can’t control, and it is evident that a newborn baby sits squarely in that category. It is time to relax. Smile. Take a breath. Refrain from turning around and glaring. Find ways to encourage young parents. Enjoy their babies.
It is Babyville at our church. On Sunday I held two newborn girls, Summer and Mercy; the only reason it wasn’t three was because Abigail was sound asleep. Our small church (~ 100 regulars) is bursting with babies and toddlers. And we love ’em. Come and welcome. We have a room to the side for crying babies, but they usually start the service with us. Moms and Dads have help from singles and stand-in grandmas. There is no doubt that it takes work to train a child to sit quietly. But the paybacks are sweet. Sweet and glorious.
Addendum: Nancy Wilson, this week, on the same subject.