I laughed so hard I almost dropped her child. Little 10-day-old Morgan slept like a drunk baby in my arms as I chatted with two of my closest friends, his starry eyed parents: Luke and Hannah. I have had high hopes for Morgan, AKA Mogwai the Relentless, since his folks told me he was on his way. Within seconds of me being formally introduced (Luke dropping him into my hands) I started sending subliminal Welsh propaganda into his English dreams. His parents giggled, though that will change when he turns eight-years-old and for some reason hates the English rugby team.
As I thought about God’s wild and unknown plans for my tiny little friend, I prayed simply that he would soon know Jesus as his best mate. I watched Luke and Hannah compete to tell me how amazing he was already. The blank canvas that is Morgan’s life inspired me to thank God for leading me in my life so far.
The grace which has given me so much hope in my scatty walk with Jesus will be the same grace which holds Morgan Smith, my sleepy pal.
During one of my attempts to persuade Morgan to support the Welsh rugby team, his mother Hannah (also from God’s favourite nation) said something which cracked me up. She said: “Alex, the thing is, I keep forgetting his name! I think it’s because we named him.”
Though our human nature often leaves much to be desired, that moment gave me insight to just one of the million things which must make God laugh. The creator of all things, who will help Luke and Hannah to raise their son, knows the number of hairs on Morgan’s head. He knows Morgan’s life story. He sees the adventure set before him, and for some strange reason, I will get to be a tiny part of it.
Cymru am Byth