WANTING A RIDE
In my journal are memories of Brian, age three. Running over to me in the Church foyer, he jumped into my lap as I sat in my wheelchair, as if it was the most natural thing to do. He wanted a ride, and I was pleased grant his wish. Now, he is five, his sister three. We continue to visit Jesus on the cross every Sunday, and have learned that He is in the cloth, not in the clock, his first perception. We pray for Jesus, as well as pray to Him, something he taught me. We know that Jesus suffered, having 'ya yas.' Just this moment it occurred to me two children of innocence have never asked me why I am in a chair. They only love the “Ride of Jesus!”
~Marie T. Morrison~
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