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In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled
> Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others
> can be main-streamed into conventional schools.
> At a Chush fund raising 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?"
> Shaya'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 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? Surprisingly, 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 Shays should be at least 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
> 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 the 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
> As Shaya reached second base, the opposing 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
> 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 of 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?