After the Sabbath sermon yesterday I was standing near a handsome 6′3″ young man when he was stricken with an epileptic seizure. Immediately his brother (twin in size) wrapped his arms around him as he shook and gently cradled him down on the sanctuary rug. He talked to his now seemingly unconscious brother and kept kneeling next to him still with his arms around him and stayed that way with him until his brother was able to be raised and walk to a resting place to await emergency medical intervention.
This was such a penetrating spiritual experience for me I wanted to share it with you my believing family. It is one of the most spiritually scintillating moment of my life and it is not just the careful caring action one brother to another but…The antecedent to this.
My oldest son Scott, when about ten, I took he and his younger brother by 18 month, to the movie Billy Jack…which was an active packed kick your way out of a dangerous situation movie…and with a sound rider…”he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother”.
And from that day forward Scott often spoke those words to me on behalf of his brother in a variety of ways and times….The impact this phrase had on me each time he said it was then.. and is now… and was Sabbath, always profound… this added to the flood of emotion that came upon me as I watched one brother “carry/hold his brother” at a critical time and in a most caring way. Even now as I write this one day later I can’t keep the tears from flowing profusely as I write.
And I say unto you/us…Greater love have I not seen, than a brother gently laying down “his brother” on the sanctuary floor… to allow time for his recovery from a terrible unanticipated/unwanted moment in his life. Because…”He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother”
Brother Wayne
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