I think this is
perhaps one of the BEST email ‘forwards’ I have ever read. I hope you will enjoy
it half as much as I have!!
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
thinks God lives under his bed.. At least that’s what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his
dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, ‘Are you there, God?’ he said. ‘Where are
you? Oh, I see. Under the bed…’ I
giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin’s unique perspectives are
often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after
the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives
in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally
disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s
6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He
reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always
will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa
Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that
airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin
realizes he is different.
Is he ever dissatisfied with his
monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to
work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to
eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire
scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a
mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied.
He
lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He
wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and
he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day’s
laundry chores… And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of
Saturdays! That’s the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft
drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each
passenger inside.
‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go!
‘
Kevin shouts as he claps his
hands.. His anticipation is so great he
can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily
rituals and weekend field trips. He
doesn’t know what it means to be discontent. His
life is simple. He will never know the
entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he
wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never
worries that one day they may not be. His
hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he
unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He
does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until
it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is
not obsessed wi th his work or the work of others His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells
the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead
of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned
with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or
sorry.
He is always transparent, always
sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual
reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child.. Kevin seems to know
God – to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’
person to grasp.
God seems like his closest
companion. In my moments of doubt and
frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple
faith. It is
then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that
rises above my mortal questions It is then I realize that perhaps
he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride,
my circumstances – they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to
God’s care
perhaps one of the BEST email ‘forwards’ I have ever read. I hope you will enjoy
it half as much as I have!!
Don’t start reading this one until
you’ve got more than 3 or 4 minutes to just ‘scan’ over it. It deserves some
time for reflection.
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
thinks God lives under his bed.. At least that’s what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his
dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, ‘Are you there, God?’ he said. ‘Where are
you? Oh, I see. Under the bed…’ I
giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin’s unique perspectives are
often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after
the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives
in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally
disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he’s
6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He
reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always
will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa
Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that
airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin
realizes he is different.
Is he ever dissatisfied with his
monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to
work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to
eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire
scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a
mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied.
He
lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He
wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and
he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day’s
laundry chores… And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of
Saturdays! That’s the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft
drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each
passenger inside.
‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go!
‘
Kevin shouts as he claps his
hands.. His anticipation is so great he
can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily
rituals and weekend field trips. He
doesn’t know what it means to be discontent. His
life is simple. He will never know the
entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he
wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never
worries that one day they may not be. His
hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he
unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He
does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until
it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is
not obsessed wi th his work or the work of others His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells
the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead
of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned
with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or
sorry.
He is always transparent, always
sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual
reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child.. Kevin seems to know
God – to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’
person to grasp.
God seems like his closest
companion. In my moments of doubt and
frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple
faith. It is
then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that
rises above my mortal questions It is then I realize that perhaps
he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride,
my circumstances – they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to
God’s care
Who knows if Kevin comprehends
things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of
innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one
day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close
God really is to our hear ts, I’ll realize that God h eard the simple prayers of
a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won’t be surprised at all!
When you
receive this, say a prayer. That’s all you have to do. There is nothing
attached. This is powerful. Just send this to four people and
do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. FRIENDS ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO
OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO
FLY
things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of
innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one
day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close
God really is to our hear ts, I’ll realize that God h eard the simple prayers of
a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won’t be surprised at all!
When you
receive this, say a prayer. That’s all you have to do. There is nothing
attached. This is powerful. Just send this to four people and
do not break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. FRIENDS ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO
OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO
FLY
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