Aman went home to Jesus

18^th January 2010

In the early hours of today, Aman went home to Jesus. If you happen to call yourself evangelical (“true to the gospel”) you might initiate a debate with me on that. Aman was born into a Muslim family and died in a Muslim family and probably never heard about the remarkable story of God becoming flesh to bring us life. To me he was a bearer of that very message... similar to how a baby in a barn brought that message of hope to shepherds 2000 years ago.

A while back, while I was considering adopting a disabled child, as a pre-requisite I committed myself to spend at least 15 minutes of every day with Aman – carrying him, engaging with him and establishing a relationship with him. In addition to loving and being loved by him I wanted to experience a small part of the difficulty that his parents experience in raising him. I gave up very soon, primarily because it hurt my back to hold him for long. Also, after long efforts of animated discussions with him, he would barely respond to me. Occasionally he would gift me a slight smile and I would treasure those.

Aman was an angel sent to show me that God is love. His helplessness was an immediate reminder of a God who became that – helpless; to show me His heart... to invite me into relationship with Him.

Hey Aman, you lived well... you accomplished your task... you surely are a good and faithful servant of the King. You bore His image very well... Thank you... see you soon!