A few times a week, my husband works with a gentleman that has autism. My husband explains this relationship as 'a friend for whom he cares' rather than someone he 'takes care of.' This experience has been a blessing to my husband, but also to me. It has been amazing to watch this relationship blossom and grow as this young man has become a part of our family but also a part of our church family.
Each week, he has a captivating smile and a monotone song to share (along with a new Matchbox toy car: today he had a new red corvette), but today was a little different. After our church service, we had a baptism service down by a local river. My husband had the privilege of baptizing his friend for whom he cares, and tears filled everyone's eyes, including the young man's mother, as she applauded the occasion.
It was an amazing moment that I will not soon forget.
"...It's a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah."
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