If humanity had to depend on our ability, God would be an imperfect artist, making us imperfect creations.
But in today’s world of perfection, God’s extra touch of completeness is stowed away as deficiency.
I’m almost sure that when God made special-needs children, He had something much greater in mind. Something that would change the hearts of the world and captivate them towards a purpose which only Christ can fulfil.
Something called: Special.
My third youngest brother was born with cerebral palsy.
Now, almost 19 years later, we are still seeing the Lord using his life, unbeknown to him, in more than a million ways.
Not able to hear, talk or walk, he cannot look for the wrong. His feet can’t lead him to where he should not trod, his ears will not take in what he should not hear and neither will he ever be able to dirty the world or his heart with an evil word.
His simplicity enraptures you to know that all God gives you is all you need.
He may not be able to use all of his senses and movements, but how thankful am I to the Lord to be able to walk, to talk, to hear? For simplicity in life? For protection from any temptation that haunts me while I walk, talk or hear?
What goes through you when you see a special-needs person?
A desire to hug them?
Or to cast them away?
Is it not to divide your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house–when you see the naked, that you cover him, and that you hide not yourself from [the needs of] your own flesh and blood? (Isaiah 58:7)
Let each of you esteem and look upon and be concerned for not [merely] his own interests, but also each for the interests of others. (Phil 2:4)
This I know: the presence of my little brother around me has changed my entire life.
Somehow, the world is a little more… special.
And without him, it wouldn’t be the same.
Thank you Lord, for my brother.
And for every special-needs child.
P.S. Forgive me for the lack of posting recently, WordPress and I have not been very good friends as of late. 🙂