Friday, December 16, 2005

A Baby's Hug

Flowerlady sent this to my wife...very cool reminder...a flower if you will.....

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat
Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and
talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He
pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes
were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless
grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a
man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his
toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair
was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be
called a beard and his nose was sovaricose it looked like a road

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His
hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi
there,big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know ! peek-a-b oo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except or Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My
husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door.
"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I
prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to
sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did,
Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's
"pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby
consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust,
love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged

The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."

Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a
stone. He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as
though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said,
"God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift."

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering
why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why ! I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that
identifies who you are.


Benjamin said...


Thanks for this post; I had a similar thought course through my mind during a stroll around town this evening.

Since I live in America, most people have cars, even teenagers like myself. I do not. So, I decided I would walk around town to clear my thoughts and see if I could meet any acqaintances to chat with.

Well, in the process of this, a thought stuck me as I the cars passed by: "Of all ironies, mothers could be citing me as an example of why you lock your cars or why you need a well paying job, like my mother does to me (I'm only 17). They don't look me in the face, but act like I'm just invisible..."

That's how it seems to be: We have our own little realms in which we hide--little spheres that hardly ever touch, and when they do it's only under the friction of social courtesy.

Oh, I long for the day to not only "be known as I'm known", but to know others as well. For, when people are open, people learn to get rid of unnecessary hindrances.

Again, thanks for this lovely message. God truly does love to use children.

Brother in Christ,

Nin said...

Thanks CWG so much for your huge encouragement. I love you guys!
It's nice to have someone take a peek into my life and heart and see that it's not all bad.....We're such rotten critics to ourselves sometimes. Sometimes you need to rely on others to remind you of your own growth in times of prunning, thank you. You guys have been there since day one, before I even knew it was day one! You saw that the Lord was doing something great, and were open to be a part of it. So glad to have you a part of my journey. Your prayers and encouragement have always been so appreciated. Love ya,
super beautiful story by the way

Let Grace Rain Down said...

What a touching story. This should remind us that God never looked on the outside to determine who we are on the inside. As I was reading this story I was overwhelmed with the amazing love of God, who gave us everything. Thanks love you lots ::)))

Moose said...

Good Post Bro. Man that was incredible. Yes, even the bum on the street, laying in the gutter, with vomit all over himself, is still made in the image of God. That we have in common with him. If for no other reason, that is the one thing that compells us to reach him with the love of God. Blessings -Moose