Dylan...

Just the other day, Dylan and I were in the check-out line at WalMart. There was a mother and her little boy a few shoppers ahead of us and before I knew it Dylan had struck up a conversation with this little preschooler. I wasn't surprised; Dylan meets someone everywhere we go--he doesn't know a stranger! As I watched the two talk, I noticed Dylan taking out a clear-colored bouncy ball from his pocket. As soon as the ball was in the boy's sight, his eyes became as round and bulging as the ball itself. Dylan, seeming unaware of anything but the young boy, proceeded to give him a lesson on how to acheive the perfect bounce. Of course, the boy was mesmorized--I still don't know which mesmorized him more--the ball or Dylan. And as Dylan got ready to return to me, you could see the disappointment in the youngster's eyes. Dylan must have sensed this, because he immediately asked to go back and upon return offered the ball to the boy with every understanding that he (Dylan) would never see it again. Oh! How my heart filled with the most beautiful kind of joy. It was such a simple thing--a ball. But Dylan could see how much the boy desired that ball and gave it to him--cared for this stranger enough to understand his desire and to fulfill it. What a wonderful thing it is to see the light of Christ in your child's eyes. It is a day I will not soon forget.