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 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
    team-mates. 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?

       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 Shaya should at least be able to
    make contact. The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and
    missed. One of  Shaya's team-mates 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 team-mate swung 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 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 simple it is for people to trash God and
    then wonder why the world's going to hell.
    Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
    Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided
    they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything
    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 I can be more worried about what other
    people think of me than what God thinks of me.

    ....But really it's not funny is it?