This is the most special piece I ever read by anyone...
Just LOVE THIS by MAX LUCADO...
The Gospel of John
He’s
an old man, this one who sits on the stool and leans against the wall. Eyes
closed and face soft, were it not for his hand stroking his bear, you’d think
he was asleep.
Some
in the room assume he is. He does this often during worship. As the people
sing, his eyes will close and his chin will fall until it rests on his chest,
and there he will remain motionless. Silent.
Those
who know him well know better. They know he is not resting. He is traveling.
Atop the music he journeys back, back, back until he is young again. Strong
again. There again. There on the seashore with James and the apostles. There on
the trail with the disciples and the women. There in the temple with Caiaphas
and the accusers.
It’s
been sixty years, but John sees him still. The decades took John’s strength,
but they didn’t take his memory. The years dulled his sight, but they didn’t
dull his vision. The se…