My Brother.

Summer has shrunk down to a few days left before its unofficial close, Labor Day. I have been trying to figure out how to do my job so my thoughts have been very much off blogging. If I had the time or motivation I would have dedicated a few lines to my tomatoes. We put in a few plants and cared for them and have been blessed abundantly by the results. How does black dirt, green plants, blue skies and clear water result in a bright red object that God in his mysterious wisdom would foreknow and elect to be the perfect compliment to toast, lettuce, mayo and slices of salty bacon that thank goodness the Apostles under inspiration would declare no longer to be considered unclean? And, yes I have been exposed to way to much Calvinism lately.
I do want to write a little bit about my brother, since he turned fifty last week on August 23. Some of you who know me might be shocked to even know I have a brother, since I rarely mention him or even think of him. He lives in California. Some who have seen him say he looks like me, which always disturbs me since he is completely, severely, mentally and physically retarded. He has never known us, spoken one intellegible word to us, or communicated to anyone in any way. He is mostly blind, has cerebal palsy, has twisted and useless limbs and spends his days either in bed or a wheelchair. He is totally dependent on medical care and technology. If the people didn't show up for work one day in the home where he lives he would not survive. He was not expected to live to be a teenager and now he has gray whiskers.

I saw him two years ago. I went with my sister who lives out there and goes to see him about once a month and always cries. She is my oldest sister and remembers him being born and coming home and the quietness and sadness. She remembers my Mom trying to care for him but he began to cry and never stopped. My folks tried for two years to manage but his needs grew as he did. Then, he left and I came along, an ill-advised replacement and answer to prayer.

I spent some time with him. I really looked at him and touched him, because for the first time in my life I wasn't afraid of him. I looked at where his skull had been crushed by the Doctor who had lingered over a few too many martini's before he responded to the call that one of his patients was in labor. He didn't know Danny's umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck either I guess. That might explain why he wouldn't come out.

I wheeled his chair out to the aviary so he could listen to the birds and feel the southern California sun on his face. Initially disturbed, his frantic arms settled over his face and he ground his teeth and maybe smiled. He did seem to grow calm and actually enjoy the sounds. My sister said he likes it there so she brings him out there and talks to him. I wonder about their conversations, what she has said to him over the years. She has been a wonderful big sister.

I talked to him too. I think he is alot like Jesus. He is sinless, but he bears all the evidence of sin. He is innocent, but he suffers because sin entered the world and somwhere down the line bit him too. He is completely dependent....like Jesus was on the Father. He loves simple things, like birds and sunshine and the soothing tones of his family. He does not deserve to live his days like he does, but he never complains. And he is like "one from whom men hide their face." And like Jesus, he will have a glorified body that will run for the first time in fields of heavenly splendor.

I do look like him, much of the time. My twisted, gnarled uncontrollable manners are well hidden though. What if God really doesn't distinquish between the outside and the inside? What if how we really look to him is how the inside really looks? Most of the time Danny would look alot better than me. What the ravages of sin have laid on him in a visible way are merely hidden in me by deceptive techniques well honed by practice along the way.

So I want to be more like him, my big brother. The one I thought I never had, at least in some meaningful way. I am not sure why he is here. I don't understand tomatoes. I don't understand vegetables, human or otherwise. I don't really understand Calvinism. I can explain it but still don't get it. But I know God is soveriegn, eternal and full of grace and love. My brother Danny told me.