The St. Louis City Museum is simply a rare treasure of a place, and I think it becomes even more so when you are blessed enough to spend the day there with some of your favorite 6th graders in the world. Just last week, my husband and I took some of our Cross Country students (cross country as in Jesus and the cross, not as in running long distances, something I am not prone to do) on a trip from our home church in Iowa to St Louis. It was a toss up between the zoo and the museum to be determined by the Lord’s determination of the day’s weather. We didn’t know until that day exactly what the weather would be, and so we waited with anticipation for what was to come. And when the Lord determined to bring rain, we determined to hit the museum.
It turned out to be a great choice since none of our kids had been there before, but even more so because at the heart of the St. Louis City Museum is the fact that everything in it once resided somewhere else. Most of it in St. Louis (hence the name). Everything had been recycled, reworked, retooled, repainted, etc. and the old became new again. It really is a work to see how they’ve intertwined all this stuff into something incredible, and somehow fitting it together in a glorious harmony–the slides, the caves, the crawling places, the sculpture, the bank vault, the . . .well you get the picture.
I usually like to do a little something “spiritual” on our trips, y’know a devotion, or a talk or something. But this trip, our last one before the kids moved up to jr high student ministry, was just a trip. Nothing spiritual planned, just a day to enjoy ourselves together–or so I thought. Because as we headed home, I couldn’t help but hear the Holy Spirit saying to me,
“You are just like the stuff in the museum. You had an old way of life, an old way of living, but the Father has taken you and restored you. He’s cleaned you up, polished your heart, and set you in place together with others who have surrendered themselves to His workmanship. He’s put you together for a greater purpose, individual yet intertwined and complete again when together with others who have been renewed.”
And I couldn’t help but smile. Because He was right. (Well, of course He was, He’s the Holy Spirit.) But He made it so simple to see. Each piece of the museum if left in its rusted, broken down original condition would have been worth little, but at the touch of the master’s hand, value was restored and something amazing created. And we are just like that, and for that I am thankful.Then I thought about “my” 6th graders. As He takes their lives into His hands, I can’t wait to see what He will do with them–how He will rework them, retool them, and carefully place them within His grand scheme for His glory to do the good works He has planned for them. I can only imagine. . . and wait with anticipation for the things that are to come.
And so it was a spiritual trip after all. Thank you, Jesus!
2 Corinthians 5:17 therefore if anyone is in Christ. He is a new creation. The old has gone. The new has come.