my youth pastor, david, made a cool observation last weekend and shared it with our fellowship on sunday (in the interest of full disclosure, i tried to think of some way change the circumstances of this story so i could make it mine, but 1.) the lord convicted me, and 2.) i just couldn’t figure out a way to adequately manipulate the details so i hereby officially give david credit).
david and jenny (david’s wife) took our kids to a statewide youth event over fall break. during the worship time at one of the gatherings, david saw a lady take her handicapped child out of his wheelchair to hold him. david described the poignant scene of this mother (whom one can assume has seen her share of difficulties) and her disabled adolescent (whom no one would blame if he felt sorry for himself) with hands raised, worshiping god together. a very touching moment.
as it happens, david and jenny have a two-year old son and they are expecting a baby in the spring.
as david told us the story, he said that he and jenny have been fervently praying for a healthy baby. david confessed to a touch of anxiety as he tried to imagine the pain of that mother. but then god spoke to his heart. i won’t try to quote david verbatim, but here is the essence of what he said…
i love my son more than anything in the world, but i don’t love him because he’s perfect…i love him because he’s mine. as i watched that mother cuddle her crippled kid, i realized that god does not love me because i’m perfect…he loves me because i am his.
man, i wish that was my story.