“By avoiding children like Cory, I avoided the painful confrontation with my own limitations.” A guest post by Dorothy Littell Greco

My nephew Cory just spent the week with us. For 16 hours a day, he neither paused nor stopped. He played board games and Ping-Pong, threw himself on the trampoline, chatted endlessly, and on the final day, learned how to dive. In between slipping into the pool headfirst, he explained to me how friction causes swimmers to work harder and eventually slow down. I couldn’t tell if he was earnestly seeking to explain the mechanics of swimming or offering condolence for my interminably slow laps.

At dinner one night, he made a card for his grandmother which he delivered with the stunning line, “I made this for you because I love you more than I love myself.”

On the way to the airport, he said, “I will miss you for an entire year.”

Cory is six. Cory is on the spectrum.

Since his diagnosis four years ago, my sister has openly shared her heartaches, frustrations, and triumphs. In the process of trying to support her, I have learned much and become acutely aware of our culture’s skittishness towards folks who have gifts that are …read more

Source:: Christianity Today