May 2000-May 2001
A mother has children who are grown and now have homes of their own,
all except one, a child who was born severely mentally disabled.
That child is still at home, large in body but infantile in
understanding. He screams without cause; he laughs uncontrollably;
he delights in breaking things. He drools and slobbers. He must be
constantly watched and cannot be left alone.
Her friends plead, “Put him in an institution.” Her older children
demand her to do this. But she won’t. Her answer is, “I will go on
taking care of him for seven lifetimes, hoping that one day he will
look at me, and know how much I care for him, and say, ‘Thank you’
or ‘I love you.’’’
The God above who “keeps you and shall neither slumber nor sleep,”
is the all-knowing, all-caring, ever-present One who is waiting for
us, who are so spiritually retarded, to look up, and with cognizance
say, “Thank You, Lord, I love You, Lord.”
For all the blessings of the week, we can come together on the
Lord’s Day and this can be our song: “I love you, Lord, and I lift
my voice to worship You. O my soul, rejoice! Take joy, my King, in
what You hear; may it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your Ear.”
You can be sure that it is, every time.