Daniels Story
When Daniel was a toddler, doctors told his parents he would never walk. Today, at twenty years old, he walks into church with his family, and greets everyone with a smile. They have watched him work through challenges most people will never see, so the sight of him walking through those doors means more than words can express.
He was born with cerebral palsy, severe autism and epilepsy. He is non-verbal, though he has a few words. One of them is “Amen.” Doctors once described his intellectual abilities as those of a six-year-old, boy did they get that wrong. His family knows him as a young man with his own joys, struggles, preferences and ways of showing what matters to him.
He has been raised in a Christian home, and music has always had a special place in his life. Worship songs are among his favourites. He also listens to online sermons from pastors he knows and trusts. At church, surrounded by people who love him, he always lifts his hands during worship and closes his eyes. When a favourite song begins, he often holds an imaginary microphone and moves his mouth as though he is singing with the worship team.
One Sunday, the lead worship singer saw him doing just that. She invited him to the front and handed him a real microphone.
His face lit up.
He stood beside the worship team with the microphone in one hand and his other hand raised. His parents watched from the congregation. For that song, he was right where he had so often imagined himself to be.
After a couple of Sundays, he began to expect his place at the front. His parents could see how much he loved it, and they could also see that it was becoming overwhelming. Changes, excitement and noise can be hard for him to manage. Together with the worship team, they decided to let him stay with his family during worship.
The next Sunday, the pastor’s wife had a microphone waiting near the sound desk at the back of the church.
When worship began he remained beside his parents as he had before, standing in front of their seats raising his hands when the music moved him.
At the end of the service, just before the closing prayer, the Senior pastor announced one final worship song. It was one of the young man’s favourites.
His mother walked with him to the sound desk and placed the microphone in his hand. At the front, the worship team began to sing. He closed his eyes, moved his mouth along with the words and raised his free hand. His parents were close beside him. The church gave him space to take part in a way he could enjoy.
They now sing a final song for him each Sunday. It is a small act of love that has become part of their worship together. He has a place among them, and they look forward to seeing the joy on his face.
There are hard days in his life, and his family carries those days with him. On Sundays, they also get to share this moment: their son holding a microphone, his hand lifted high, surrounded by a church that loves him. And among the few words he can speak is one that belongs so naturally to this story: “Amen.”
This story is about my son Daniel. Ps Murray.