From a humble, awkward and messy beginning comes Emmanuel ...
That’s me and my son, Liam, ten years ago. A few minutes before this photo, I had placed him lower on my chest. With great effort, he wiggled upward a few inches until his ear aligned with my heart.
I remember thinking, That’s like me trying to get to the Father’s heart.
I sensed a divine whisper. Ah, Brian, it’s the other way around. I’m the baby moving toward your heart — you need only be still enough to receive me.
In the photo, baby Liam is quiet and clean. But seven weeks prior, in the delivery room, he came into the world as most humans do, in a screaming mess of scarlet mucus. This extract is kindly reproduced from Renovare's weekly newsletter.