Think about this. It’s true.
A boy. Eight years old. Paralyzed from the nose down. His eyes could complain, but instead they radiate. Jesus is the Light there…
With great pity and a desire to do something to please the boy, someone asked his mother, “What does he wish for? What would make him especially glad?” She responded, “He wishes that he could smile.”
Wow. Are we as passionate about our privilege as he is about his wish? We can smile. But do we? always?
That boy tells me much about a simple smile. And he reminds me Who can put one on my face no matter what.