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Lucas

“My name is Lucas.  I have Aspergers,”  said the little boy of about seven years old.  I don’t know why out of my entire first week of selling, this skinny boy with glasses sticks out in my mind the most.  His parents didn’t buy.  As I packed up my books and was about to head for the door I sat one more moment at the kitchen table and pulled out the science “Explore and Learn” sample book. 

“Lucas, come here really quick!” 

The boy scurried from his building blocks in the living room and intently looked down at the pages.  He peered through his glasses like an old man reviewing his tax return statements.  Vigorously, Lucas flipped through the pages, one by one, and scanned each as if he read the entire thing in one minute.  Within that minute, God filled me with an overwhelming love for this little boy.  He has a disability, but what did that matter?  What was so amazing was his vigor and drive for life.  Somehow, this boy taught me more about living in that moment, than most adults I meet.

“At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, ‘Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?’  He called a little child and had him stand among them.  And he said:  ‘I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.  Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.’” –Matthew 18:1-4 

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  1. VanessaMay 30, 2011 at 4:30 PM

    oh dear
    I love you and your beautiful heart...
    God is so good, and that is incredible :) I love seeing the world through a child's eyes, especially a beautifully different child's eyes-they see it a lot more freshly than us...a lot more beautifully. I think they see what God is revealing much more easily than us...who are so bound to our own ways and prideful in our own views. I love you!

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