So my middle child (Caiden) was working on a list of people he wanted to make sure he invited to his birthday.
My wife handed it to me when I walked in the door from work.
"Look at your son's birthday invite list", she said.
In order, it went like this:
God
Jesus
Angels
(And a boy from his class that I will call Joe)
I was blown away by his desire to invite the God to his birthday. I was so proud of his little heart that I got choked up. I don't think I ever invited God to anything.
Perhaps that is why I have made so many mistakes in my life.
So I ask my wife, "Who is Joe"?
She answered, "Joe is the special needs boy from Caiden's class".
Even as I type this I fight back the tears.
"I thought Caiden said that Joe spits on him all the time (an issue that comes with Joe's disability that my son interprets as dislike for him.)", I said.
"He does", was my wife's response.
So I went to my son before bedtime and I asked him, "Caiden, why did you invite Joe? I thought you felt like he didn't like you because he spits on you from time to time, and he is the only kid you have on your list".
Caiden: "It's easy to invite people you like and people that like you. We are supposed to invite the other ones too though".
Yeah.....we are.
You might not like your neighbor.
They might dislike you.
Either way, they are a child of the King just as you and I are.
This world changes only when you and I invite the other ones.
Tonight, my son the student became the teacher.
And I am thrilled to be in his class.
