I thought this was a great story. It's lengthy so read when you have a few moments. Have a great day. Linda >> Subject: 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 mainstreamed into conventional schools. At >a >> Chush fundraising 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?" >> 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 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 >> teammates 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 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 pposing 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. >> >> Or is it scary? >> >> Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan >> (who : by the way, also "believes" in God) >> >> Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they >> spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the >> Lord, people think twice about sharing. >> >> Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through >> cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the >> school and workplace. >> >> Funny isn't it? >> >> Funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an >> invisible Christian the rest of the week. >> >> Are you laughing? >> >> 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. >> >> Are you thinking? >>
I thought this was a great story. It's lengthy so read when you have a few moments. Have a great day. Linda >> Subject: 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 mainstreamed into conventional schools. At >a >> Chush fundraising 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?" >> 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 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 >> teammates 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 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 pposing 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. >> >> Or is it scary? >> >> Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan >> (who : by the way, also "believes" in God) >> >> Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they >> spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the >> Lord, people think twice about sharing. >> >> Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through >> cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the >> school and workplace. >> >> Funny isn't it? >> >> Funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an >> invisible Christian the rest of the week. >> >> Are you laughing? >> >> 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. >> >> Are you thinking?
