After a pretty hectic day of counseling and meetings, I headed home to wait for my 20 year old son to come home so we could head back to church. Eddie, my son, has been blessed with Downs Sydrome. He arrived home at his usually time from school. He sat down, took his shoes off and proceeded to doze off. We had about 4o minutes before we had to leave so I let him nap for awhile. I sat in awe of this young man as I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. I thought of the prior years of his life and how God has allowed him to see the world more like Christ than most of us. Eddie doesn’t know socio-status, and pays little attention to race. He is always ready with a smile and a hug. I recall a couple of years ago when he was the manager of the high school football team. One of the players had been injured and limped over to the bench to sit down. I watched as Eddie rushed over to him, placed his hand on the players shoulder and began to pray over the player. Another player was graduating later that year and entering the military. Eddie made sure we obtained the young man’s address so Eddie could keep in contact. Nightly after graduation Eddie would pray for the safety of that young soldier. The times I seem upset or another family member is stressed, it is Eddie who stops and places a hand on us and prays. Why is it we call those with special gifts from God disabled when it is us who have the disability. We fail to take all our cares to the one who can handle them. 1 Peter 5:7 tells us to Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. We ought to take a lesson and learn to follow Peter’s advice.
