Imagine… a small boy frolicking in the spray of water in a splash park, unremarkable from the other children, except upon closer scrutiny there are the slight telling traits of one who was born with Down syndrome. A boy with blonde cropped hair, beautiful smiling eyes the color of sea foam on a cloudy day with a sparkle that hints of his unfailing sense of humor. He displays the strength of his father and the love of his mother who, he is not aware, has always been his steadfast champion.
Normal in so many ways – exasperating and frustrating like any other child at times - and then, there are those extraordinary moments… moments when your heart seemingly stops beating and time seems to stand still while you watch helplessly frozen as you witness the event unfold. It is Agape love… a selfless love, a love that is passionately committed to the well-being of another. It is more than that – I know now, I have seen it. Anyone who is blessed enough to witness it is experiencing a miracle. It comes suddenly and something holds you there spellbound so that you cannot interfere.
Morgan is this boy and he is my grandson. Through the years he has taught me the immeasurable power of touching someone, those especially of whom most of us would shrink at the thought of touching, or much less give them heed. Morgan seems to be guided in what seems an instant to those who would be by the world’s definition, ‘different' - those are they to whom he is drawn to and the gift is given. He has taught me that it is possible to exercise the blessed God given gift of looking into a person’s eyes and seeing into their souls. I cannot even pretend to know wholly what those feelings are that are shared, but I know I will never forget. I have uneasily witnessed several times now, at his first touch the uncomfortable stillness that comes before the understanding and softening of the person’s soul – feelings perhaps rare and so long forgotten that are seemingly felt once again by the at first, wary recipient. There is then a noticeable profound transformation of their countenance and manner – so much seems to have been conveyed without words. Morgan’s love is a love that is without curiosity, guile or judgment. When he reaches out to them, it seems as though there is an unspoken understanding, a sacred conversation between two sojourning souls that it would be impossible for mortal man to convey in words.
I understand now, there is nothing to compare of true import that we will ever have the capacity to teach him. He is here to teach us – to help us realize our true potential and allow us to experience the pure aspects of love - and perhaps, briefly have the opportunity through him - glimpse the essence of heaven.