God's Perfection

In Brooklyn, New York, Shush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some 
children remain in Shush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed 
into conventional schools. At a Shush fundraising dinner, the father of a Shush 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?

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 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 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 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 the Sabbath, 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?