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WHERE IS GOD'S PERFECTION?

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Sent from a friend, a co-worker - Andre White:

 

Where is God’s Perfection?

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that

caters to learning 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 sh 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?" Shay’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 teammates.

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 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 they 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 teammate 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 to first base looking

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."

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