God's Spokesperson

The other day Chad and I were with a group of people, when the discussion turned to the mentally ill. There were a few remarks that made me uncomfortable. They weren't horrible, but given the situation and setting, I think they were inappropriate (but I can't imagine there would have been an "appropriate" time anyway, especially among those of us who claim Christ as Lord).

Like I said, Chad was with me. Having worked with the severely handicapped and mentally ill, I know that it is often a matter of degree, and I'm so thankful that Chad's autism is not as severe as it could be. But it's not just a matter of degree with Chad. It is for each of us as well. As we look at those less fortunate, we truly have to say, "There but for the grace of God go I."

I wanted to say something in this group. But I didn't. I don't know the people well yet. I didn't trust my own voice to not cry when I talked because this is a topic that touches close to home. I also didn't want Chad to hear more of it. He doesn't understand all things, but he understands more than people know. He might not have made a connection to his own life from this short discussion. I didn't want him to. I certainly didn't want him to see me cry.

I talked to Karen, my sister about it later. She quietly listened, and then responded, "That's when you just have to say to the group:

'Isn't that what's so amazing about grace?'"

I wish I had thought of that.

But I'm glad she did. It gave this mother's heart peace.