We sit at the low table and make an Easter craft together. For me glue on the fingers is not much more than a slight annoyance. For him it is an unparalleled sensory roller coaster. Autism is is a blessing like that. The sweet boy may not be able to hold a full grasp of language but he can suck the marrow out of the places in life we ignore.
And then there is he whose face shows the distinct characteristics of Downs. He is the hugger, lover, always smiling boy. The one you go to if you need your day brightened. He can't fully articulate faith but he knows: we have so much to celebrate.
And the high functioning boy on the spectrum? He can move through most social situations with ease. But it is his emotions that allude him. And when I suggest we pray to God about his "brain being crowded." He speaks the truth we all often feel but are too afraid to voice. Usually when we need to pray the most we feel like praying the least.
And it's amazing that the God who loves the orphan and widow also loves the other outcasts of society. The homeless, the cheater, the mentally handicapped.
In the same way that we glue that paper Easter Lilly, to page His blood flows wet on the ground to our souls. His blood that pieces our lives together can also glue back the missing links in our minds.
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