SR - Fw: Where is God's Perfection

[Bob Dewart]

Greetings and Hi there,

A friend shared this with me.  I thought I'd  do the same with you.

Gilli

-----Original Message-----
From: D J Dolan <djdolan2 at juno.com>

Date: Monday, May 22, 2000 5:22 PM
Subject: Where is God's Perfection


><<  Subject:  Where is God's Perfection?
> 
>  In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that
>  caters to teaching  disabled children.  Some children remain in Chush
>  for their entire school career, while others can be main-streamed into
>  conventional schools.  At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a
> Chush child
>  delivered a speech that  would never be forgotten by all who attended.
> 
>  After extolling the school and its dedicated staff,  he cried out,
>  "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya?  Everything God does is done
>  with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other
>  children do.  My child cannot remember facts and figures as other
>  children do.  Where is God's perfection?"
> 
>  The audience was shocked by the question, pained
>  by the father's anguish and stilled by the piercing query.  " I
> believe,"
>  the father answered, "that when God brings a child like this into the
> world,
>  the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child."
> 
>  He then told the following story about his son Shaya:  One afternoon
>  Shaya and his father walked past a park where some
>  boys Shaya knew were playing baseball.  Shaya asked,  "Do you think
>  they will let me play?"
> 
>  Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all
>  athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team.  But
>  Shaya's father understood that if
>  his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of
>  belonging. Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the
>  field and asked if Shaya could play.  The boy looked around for
>  guidance from his team-mates. Getting none, he took matters into his
> own hands
>  and said "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth
> inning.  I
>  guess he can be on our team
>  and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."
> 
>  Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly.  Shaya was told to
> 
>  put on a glove and go out to play short center
>  field. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few
> runs but
>  was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's
> team
>  scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the
> potential
>  winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up.  Would the team
> actually let
>  Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the
>  game?  Suprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was
> all but
>  impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,
> let alone
>  hit with it.  However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher
> moved a
>  few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to
> make
> contact.
> 
>  The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed.  One of
>  Shaya's team-mates came up to Shaya and together the held the bat and
>  faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch.  The pitcher again took a
> few steps
>  forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in,
>  Shaya and his team-mate swung at the bat and
>  together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher.    The pitcher
> picked up the soft
>  grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman.
> Shaya
>  would have been out and that would have ended the game.
> 
>  Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on
>  a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.
>  Everyone started yelling,"Shaya, run to first.  Run to first."  Never
> in his life
>  had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline
>  wide-eyed and startled.  By the time he reached first base, the right
>  fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second
> baseman
>  who would tag out Shaya,who was still running.  But the right fielder
>  understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw
>  the ball high and far over the third baseman's head.  Everyone yelled,
> "Run
>  to second, run to second."
>  Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead
>  of him deliriously circled the bases towards  home.  As Shaya reached
>  second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the
> direction
>  of third base and shouted, "Run to third."  As Shaya rounded third, the
> boys
>  from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya run home."  Shaya ran
> home,
>  stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and
> made
>  him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for
> his
>  team.
> 
>  "That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
> face,
>  "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."
> 
>  Funny how this is so true and shame on us!  Funny how simple it is for
>  people to trash God and then wonder why the world
>  is going to hell.  Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but
> question
>  what the Bible says.
> 
>  Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through
>  e-mail  and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending
>  messages regarding the God, and something good, people think twice
> about
>  sharing.
> 
>  Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass
>  freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of God is
>  suppressed in the school and workplace.
> 
>  Funny isn't it?
> 
>  Funny how when you go to forward this message, you
>  will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure
>  what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to
> them.
>  Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me
> than
>  what God thinks of me.
> 
>  Funny isn't it?! >>
>
>

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