Easter morn, twenty-nine years ago, this teary-eyed mother stood in a church beside my almost four year old son, praying words of thanksgiving. For you see, thirty-three years ago, on Easter morn, God miraculously healed my newborn’s premature lungs by breathing His life into my infant’s body. Every Easter since, my heart and soul doubly commemorates life giving Resurrection.
Back to that Easter morn, twenty-nine years back. With eyes that took it all in and voice that let it all out, almost four year old Beamer was participating in church service as a big boy. He knew his toddler prayers and measured up in heart to all grown up Amens and in soul to all hymns of praise. In fact, in song Beamer’s voice drowned out the choir.
From minister at the front to usher in the back, everyone heard Beamer’s childish voice praising from the bottom of his toes to the top of his strong lungs. Very loud and filled with energy, “Howie Lou Yah” left his lips and filled everyone’s soul with true Easter joy springing from a little boy.
Service over, many a parishioner thanked Beamer for his praise and added how honored God must be to have such a devoted little worshiper. Once inside his car seat, Beamer, so innocently, spoke. “Mom, when am I going to meet him?” Completely confused, I asked, “Who are you talking about?” “Howie Lou Yah”, Beamer explained, “You know, the man we sang to in church.” My heart, filling my throat, I told my healthy little boy, “You already know to whom we sang in church. You met Him when you were born.”
Today my mommy soul ponders. This morn, the world’s children have met the Easter Bunny; but how many of these little tykes have been introduced to their brother, Christ???
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 