Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The steam room at my gym has a huge glass window to look out. Streaked with moisture you have to focus hard to make out the images and movements at times.
Saturday I sat there alone, trying to turn three or four minutes into fifteen, staring out that window. I watched a man with his special needs adult child sit in the hot tub. The dad cradled his son on his lap, holding tight around his waist. The son, complete with floaties on each arm, splashed the water and appeared to be having a really good time. When the water jets turned off, the dad moved him towards the steps and railing. Each move was deliberate and I could hear the dad softly encourage him as he tried to navigate the stairs. The son slipped a few times and as we are often want to do, tensed up. His dad held him from behind and continued to encourage him. The whole endeavor took about five minutes to navigate ten feet. Once out of the tub dad secured him in his wheel chair and headed off towards the showers. I couldn't hear their conversation but it sounded animated and light.
I sat there, sweat dripping from my nose, and the thought struck me "That must be how God looks at each of us." He doesn't much care about the miscues, the stumbles and falls. He's right there behind me ready to put his arms around my waist and steady me before I move on. He is patient and loving and really doesn't care how long it takes to navigate ten feet or ten miles. God simply loves. While he retains the right to judge, he doesn't. He encourages, guides and loves.
The stuff you learn in a steam room, hey?