From my youngest days I have had a “soft spot” in my spirit regarding people with special needs. People who usually don’t know how to be intentionally mean, don’t know how to hate, don’t know how to be “normal” in the twisted and cruel ways of humanity.
I have always wanted to care for, protect, and befriend these special people. I stood up for Jamie on my elementary playground – a boy my age who was developmentally challenged, but verbally very quick! In college, I walked up on two drunk frat brothers who were “playing” by keeping a special needs young man trapped between two sets of foyer doors in Stipes Hall at WIU. I gave them free boxing lessons (the perfect illustration of righteous anger!).
That is why it is a God-shaped agenda that the church Jen and I are headed to in Virgina, Woolridge Road, has as one of its core values, ministry to and with special needs people.
Last night, Woolridge hosted a regular event – a dance for special needs people and those that love them. Click on the picture.