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 with 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 God,
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 spirituality
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 hearts,
I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy
who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won't be surprised at all!

What motivates or drives you?
Is it ambition, pride, bitterness,
jealousy, frustration, fear, sorrow,
pain, despair, conflict – anger?
Or is it love, kindness, contentment,
hope, happiness, joy, peace?
Whatever drives you – rules you;
your God.

Just maybe, when you receive this,
say a little prayer.
That's all you have to do. . .
There is nothing attached.  

Friends are angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly!
We do not believe in ourselves
until someone reveals
that deep inside us is valuable,
worth listening to,
worthy of our trust,
sacred to our touch.

Once we believe in ourselves
we can risk curiosity,
spontaneous delight
or any experience
that reveals the human experience.
Don't let someone,
who doesn't have to suffer the consequences
of how you spend your day,
determine how you spend your day.
My brother Kevin 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 humour.
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 labour.
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 what seems to some to be 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 or 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.
* From, "One!The Journey hOMe", the eBook  by Klaas Tuinman MA, ©2007-17
[1] -God Lives Under The Bed ~Unknown
[2] ~e.e. cummings
[3] ~Keith Lowry

Based on a contribution by Ric Johnson
It's better to light just one little candle
Than to stumble in the dark
And if everyone lit just one little candle
What a bright world this would be
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