Pointing
A young man, boyish in his smile and giggles. Way too young for the date his birth
certificate gives. Crippled in mind and
body. This is one of my
students. In the middle of Music
Therapy, which meets in the chapel, he stands up, tottering on his weak legs
and says to me
Do you know who loves you? Who is my best friend? Is this your favorite thing? Does this make you happy? Is this how you get to heaven?
And I hope that the way I love, the way I teach, everything I do and everything that comes out of my mouth is saying...
I’m going to point at something you need to see.
I’m going to
point at something you need to see.
And with a dramatic sweep of his one good arm, he
points. To the cross.
He does it often.
With a different introduction each time.
Do you know who loves you? And he
points. Who is my best friend? And he points. Is this your favorite thing? And he points. Does this make you happy? And he points. Is this how you get to heaven? And he points.
And even though he goes through the same routine every day,
it never gets old. And each time, I’m
really grateful for this literal action of turning my eyes to the cross. I do need to look at it. In the middle of class. In the middle of a conversation. In the middle of trying to balance the
sixteen things I’m holding. In the
middle of trying to love well, learn well, serve well. Jesus, keep me near the cross… To keep my eyes lifted and my heart
focused on Jesus.
Isaac Watts said it, too some 306 years ago…
When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the
Prince of Glory died;
my richest gain I
count but loss,
and pour contempt
on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord,
that I should boast,
save in the death
of Christ, my God;
all the vain
things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them
to his blood.
See, from his
head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love
flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love
and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose
so rich a crown.
Were the whole
realm of nature mine,
that were an
offering far too small;
love so amazing,
so divine,
demands my soul,
my life, my all.
And this young man whose IQ is too low for our functional society, will not let me go one day without seeing the best part of life. Why do we, who have high IQ's and high levels of abilities make is so very difficult.
And I hope that the way I love, the way I teach, everything I do and everything that comes out of my mouth is saying...
I’m going to point at something you need to see.
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