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At that time Jesus said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the people who are wise and smart. But you have shown them to those who are like little children. Yes, Father, this is what you really wanted. (Matthew 11:25-26)
The world’s a better place because Vernon Yung lived. I think of him every time I come upon these verses in Matthew 11. Vernon is one of the little ones—the natural, unpretentious, open-hearted souls—in whom Jesus delights.
But then so did I, and pretty much everyone who had the
pleasure of being warmed by Vernon’s contagious joy.
It’s his smile I remember more than anything else. A gentle sweetness
surrounded him, which some suggest is common among those with Down Syndrome. Maybe
so; but that’s beyond my knowledge.
All I know is how glad I was to see him and he to see me on
the occasions he brightened the door of Salem Lutheran, on those weekends he visited
his parents on their farm near the sprawling metropolis of Guide Rock, Nebraska,
population 220, give or take.
During the week, Vernon lived in a group home in Hastings, a little
more than an hour away if you drove the speed limit, which almost nobody did.
He worked in grocery there. I crossed paths with him one day as he was stocking
a shelf with cans of something, totally absorbed in his task. It’s been 40
years, but the image sticks with me and warms my heart each time it comes to
mind.
And each time I smile remembering his smile and the halting cadence
of his voice as he spoke to me. Vernon loved laughing, a good meal and the University
of Nebraska Cornhuskers, suffering and celebrating their fortunes during football
season.
On Sundays, he took pride in serving as an usher, greeting
people and handing out worship bulletins at First St. Paul Lutheran in Hastings.
Envisioning his smile, it’s hard to imagine anyone better equipped for the job.
But when I imagine Vernon I tend to see him with the little
clutch of people gathered around Jesus as he praises the Loving Mystery of God
for the love and joy that shine in these unsuspecting souls who have no idea
how much they bless the rest of us.
I have no idea if, in heaven’s eyes, my life has contributed
half as much to this world’s good as Vernon’s 62 years, which ended in 2020.
Such assessments are well beyond my paygrade.
Such comparisons are not the point, however. What’s important is
the Love who shined in St. Vincent and still does. That Holy Mystery found him
in a thousand ways through people who treasured him that he might shine with
the light of the Love who would illumine all our hearts, given half a chance.
So, whatever else you do on these hot summer days, you might
just give it that chance. Find a moment to sit and savor faces and places where
the Love Who Is has found you. Stay there long enough to feel your heart warmed;
then go embrace your life.
If you do, someone you least expect may bless God for having
known you ... though you know nothing of it.
David L. Miller
