Here in the grass with Elijah looking into his eyes. Heaven seems so close. Though he has not lived long his eyes are dim. There is not much to see in the world around him for he can't envision it. Only smells and sounds and the touch of wind if there is any. The grass between his fingers and my hand on his head is the worlds touch. The music and sounds of life around him is his sight. He once ran through it all. A child being as he was made to be. Exploring life, exploring God with the sense, the gifts he was given. He was a thing of beauty, to watch a life see and touch a caterpillar. To see as a picture breaking from the frame and crawling every place it can dream. There were few boundaries and even fewer inner thoughts that told him no.
Legs, arms and a contagious smile that moved with great speed in every direction. I wonder if that same mysterious mind of a child still runs in him but with out the gift of movement and sight? A man sits on a couch for 30 years and stares ahead. The mystery and adventure burned out.
Elijah climb a hundred mountain and swam across a thousand lakes and streams before this man lifted his hand. Other men have walked and sailed oceans but their minds and hearts were missing the presence of that which gives them life, God. In his frail body Elijah has what mighty men lack. The Spirit of the living God. In their prime and at the last breathe they missed the chance to truly live and breath.
I ask Elijah what he is thinking. What is he understanding. What does he see that no one else does? Is heaven real to him now because he can't see this world like a billion people do? The land on the other side of our heart. My invincible and invisible spirit alive and more real then any physical pleasure and gold my hands can touch.
I dream of Elijah seeing this world. A place many can not see for the screen in front of them is so large and so loud. But around everyone and in every breath is God. If they would say with only simple faith and a whispered cry, "I want to see you" they would see Him. The noise and screen would shatter and life would begin. The sky would scream out the majesty and glory of the maker and the breath of life would be a gift
Love would not be a nice concept for other people but a reality to be explored and practiced. Things that were impossible would be destroyed. A God who formed the vast and infinite universe would be as near as your heart beat. You would feel him in every breath.
I am eager to see this work in myself. Elijah is here. His broken body lay in my arms, his spirit roams freely with joy. Like the little child I saw run in green fields. This cannot be caged by a body or the words of man. God goes where He pleases and His children go there with Him.
Elijah runs with Him and has no limitations. His spirit, his imagination are utterly free.
Love is like magic to those who have never known it for what it truly is. A mystery they can not comprehend.