The Kingdom of Heaven is like a little girl who becomes so bedazzled by the mascot of a telecommunications company she keeps talking about him day and night, searching for him in unlikely places, writing him a letter without truly knowing if he might receive it, and never ceasing in her amusement at the mascot.

And then this gigantic telecommunications company receives the letter because the little girl’s mother posts it to them on her behalf, and they unexpectedly feel that the secret wish, the little desire, of this child means the world to her. And they fulfil it by sending the mascot over to meet with her and to take her to school one morning.

The Kingdom of God enters into the world of those – such as these little children – whose secret wishes no one typically bothers to care about and whose insignificant dreams go unnoticed.

There are little Rachels all around the world whose desires dissipate into oblivion and whose dreams remain ignored, because their voices are too small and their inspirations of no consequences to the scheme of things in the present world. The Kingdom-people are those who go to these Rachels, that their voices may be heard and their dreams fulfilled with dignity and honour.

And boy, watch how they scream and squeal and hop and dance when the Kingdom is brought to them. Only these can do justice to the the gift of the Kingdom by their sheer delight, for they know what best to value. The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.

The Kingdom of God is where silliness is taken seriously.