ENTERING INTO HIS REST
the midst of life’s intensities from pressing into the
Lord and resisting opposing darkness, sometimes it is
easy to forget that His yoke is easy, His burden is
light. The following story was forwarded to me and as I
sat down to read it, I found myself slowly unwinding as
I entered Chuck’s world. The memory of this story
lingered long after I read it. The Lord speaks to us in
so many, many quickened ways. I think that this story is
one of them.
Perhaps when you are done reading, you might want to
look up Hebrews 3:19 and ponder how it applies.
brother Chuck thinks God lives under his bed. At least
that's what I overheard him say one night. He was
praying in his darkened bedroom and I stopped outside
his door to listen.
you there, God?" he said. "Where are You?" A pause-and
then, in a relieved voice, "Oh, I see. Under the bed."
giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room.
Chuck's unique perspectives are always a source of
amusement. But that night something else lingered long
after the humor. I realized for the first time the very
different world Chuck lives in.
was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of
labor difficulties during birth. Apart from his size
(he's 6'2"), there are few ways that he is an adult. He
reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a
remember wondering if Chuck was ever dissatisfied with
his monotonous life. Up before dawn each day, off to
work at a workshop for the disabled, home to eat his
favorite macaroni and cheese for dinner, and later to
only change in this routine is laundry day, when he
hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother
with a newborn child.
he does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the
school bus every morning at 7:05 a.m., eager for a day
of 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
Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! My dad takes Chuck
to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes
land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each
one's going to Chi-cargo!" he'll shout and clap his
hands. He can hardly sleep on Friday nights in
not think Chuck knows what it means to be discontent. He
will never know the entanglements of wealth or power,
and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or
what kind of food he eats. He recognizes no difference
in people, treating all as equals and as friends. His
needs have always been met, and he never worries that
one-day, they may not be.
hands are diligent. Chuck 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, and he does not quit a job until it
when his tasks are done, Chuck knows how to relax. He is
not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His
heart is pure too. He believes everyone tells the truth,
that promises must be kept, and that when you are wrong,
you apologize. Free from pride and unconcerned with
appearances, Chuck is not afraid to cry. He is always
he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning,
when he comes to Christ, he always comes as a child. In
my moments of doubt and frustration, I envy the security
of his simple faith. Yet, it is then I realize and am
humbled that perhaps he is not the one with the
obligations, my fears, my pride, my circumstances all
become disabilities when I do not give them away to
Jesus. Maybe Chuck can comprehend things I may never
learn. He has spent his whole life in innocence, after
all, talking to God, who lives under his bed, and
soaking up the goodness and love of the Lord.
day, when the mysteries of Heaven are opened, we will
all be amazed at how close God really is to our hearts.
Chuck won't be surprised at all...
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