After the missionary and his family were introduced by the pastor, they walked to the front of the sanctuary and prepared to sing.

Just then, a little girl, maybe five or six years old, decided to join them. She was obviously part of the family. She did not walk as fast as the rest of the family. Not only did she walk slower, she walked with her arms moving in circular motion from her sides like two propellers facing each other. Worse, her head was swaying from side to side as well. She was obviously trying to get attention.

I wished she would just remain seated and let the rest of the family sing praises to God.

I could not concentrate on the message of the song because I was too distracted by that girl. Even in her singing, she was trying to draw attention to herself. She arched her back. She moved her arms. Her head jerked awkwardly. Even her legs were moving in some unnatural way. I was irritated. Disgusted.

In spite of all her attention-getting gimmicks, she was not making much sound. In fact, it did not make any difference at all whether she sang or not.

She was just making a fool of herself, I thought.

Just as my self-righteousness was pouring out its hostile criticism, I was shocked to notice that the girl was a handicapped child. She had to walk that way if she were to walk at all.

And she had to move body that way just so she could sing. She was not trying to get attention at all. She was drawing the kind of attention that she would rather not have at all.

Suddenly, tears came down my cheeks. My eyes were blurred and I buried my face in my hands in shame.

I said, “Lord, here is this girl who is trying to witness for you in spite of her handicap. Honestly, it doesn’t make any difference whether she sings or not because nobody can hear her. But she is willing to do what she can. How about me Lord? I am not handicapped, but what have I done for you?”

I don’t remember the rest of that evening service. I was too busy talking with God. Or rather, He had so much to show me.

That service was one of the most moving services I have ever attended and that girl preached to me one of the most powerful messages I have ever heard in my life.

In some way, every one of us is handicapped. But not all of us try as hard as that girl in praising God.