As I was tucking in my daughter last night she asked me why we have to be so different. Her exact words were:
There’s these boys at school always bugging me about birthdays, saying ‘Why don’t you celebrate your birthday? Isn’t that the most important day of the year for you? It is for me…’
And sometimes I get it because I know we don’t celebrate birthdays because the only two people that did it in the Bible got their heads cut off. And I know that when we are born we haven’t really done anything yet either. But… I still don’t really get it!
She doesn’t get it- how interesting; how perfect! My beautiful, intelligent, innocent daughter doesn’t get it… It made me love her all the more as I listened to her speak and allowed her mind to wrestle with the ideas. Her explanation of why we don’t celebrate birthdays is a little off, but mostly correct. And this post is not even about birthdays, BWT…
So what was my whispered response to my daughter’s very legitimate question, spontaneously asked of me?
I don’t get it either hon. Sometimes we do things that don’t make sense don’t we?
That was enough to satisfy her, and she flitted off onto another topic. This answer was adequate because it simply acknowledges that things don’t always make sense. A child can accept a paradox easier than most adults ever could. After all, their world is filled with them. It made me think about what Jesus said to the woman at the well: “You worship what you do not know.” (John 4:22, NWT)
We don’t know why we can’t remarry our mate on our 25th wedding anniversary. We just can’t. (Watchtower 10/15/2006 page 19 par 8 ) We don’t know why we aren’t allowed to wear beards and be “exemplary”. We just can’t. Why can’t we have a toast at a wedding? We just can’t. It’s not done. Nobody really knows why we can accept fractional transfusions of all four blood components now (platelets, plasma, red cells, white cells) but we couldn’t just a few years ago. We just can. And some medical treatments actually use liters and liters of fractions. Literally gallons of them, transfusing into the body of a Witness in good standing. But if we try and donate our own blood, forget it! We will be automatically disassociated. Why?
Ask the Samaritan woman…or a young child. They’ll both tell you the answer.
What does your conscience tell you?