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A couple years ago I heard a story about a paralytic boy who could not speak; nature’s mistake as many would call it. He stayed at home, of course, partly because the worst of us always made sure that he knew that he was not allowed to be part of our census. More’s the pity, the most generous of us would curve out smiles, say one or two words of encouragement and feel sorry for him and yet set a limit as to how much fraction of a man he was with the girls holding back the limit just before dating him and the guys a little before hanging out with him in public. The boy was really his parents’. He knew this and maybe he even yawned to die because he would think he was making his family miserable.

Anyway, he communicated using different sounds for different needs and the caring parents picked up on that language fast. Notably, he would make this one sound when a part of his body was itchy in which case the mother would have to scratch through his body whilst paying attention to him as he would confirm if his mum had found the itchy spot or make a different sound to plead with her to move through.

I’m not going to tell you to count your blessings against the paralytic boy’s, otherwise what would I then say to him if I bumped into him? I will tell you this instead: There are enough hands, legs, voices etc. in our world. You are given something on the same plane on which it is denied another. You have legs; you have hands; you have a voice and you are strong for a reason. Serve others with your gifts and your time.

There are handicapped people in our community, HIV patients, the stereotyped, the poor, the weak etc. Count these in your private census. Let them know that they are people and they are loved. Don’t set limits on how much of people they are but understand that they are a part of a capable world with infinite potential.

Let us pool what we have and serve each other indiscriminately.

Bible: Mathew 7vs22
So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.

N.B. The pic: Pastor Nick and his family. (He’s not the boy in the story, of course)

Herbert Uba

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