A soldier was finally returning home after having fought abroad. He called his parents. ‘Mum and dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favour to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me.’
‘Sure,’ they replied, ‘we’d love to meet him.’
‘There’s something you should know,’ the son continued. ‘He was badly hurt in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come and live with us.’
‘I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.’
‘No, mum and dad, I want him to live with us.’
‘Son,’ said the father, ‘you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our lives to live; we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about him. He’ll find a way to live on his own.’
At that point, the son hung up. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the police. Their son had died after a fall from a building and it was believed to be suicide.
The grief stricken parents rushed to the city to identify the body of their son. They recognised him, but to their horror they discovered something they didn’t know: their son had only one arm and one leg.
Jesus came to give life to all. He did not discriminate on the basis of colour, gender or disability. All are precious in his sight. His love extends to all people of every race, religion and culture. He came to give his love to all.