“Now it happened that as soon as Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leapt in her womb.”

I’ve thought about that line from Luke often. The child in the womb leapt. On this day when hundreds of thousands of people will march for children in the womb those words have great meaning. The child leapt.

I also can’t help but think what a wonderfully appropriate reaction the unborn John had to the presence of Jesus. He leapt. There is something unrestrained and joyous about it that has long fascinated me.

Christianity is, after all, a leaping faith. Without us doing much of anything to deserve it, God’s Son came into the world for the purpose of our salvation. That’s about the best reason to leap I’ve ever heard.

But I fear in looking at my life and my faith that I haven’t been much of a leaper. My faith has always been quieter, more book bound.

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