Today's chapel message was one of the best I ever heard: The Love of The Father.
There was a man, and he had a son. The problem with his son was that the boy was 'spastic'; the boy could not control his actions. The doctor told the man and his wife that they might as well just give up on the boy and send him to an institution.
Did the man give up on his son?
The man told the doctor he wanted to give his son the chance to see the world. Together, he and his son completed a trialtholon when his son was going through his own adult stages. While swimming 24 channels, the man swammed with a rope tied to his body, and attached to a small boat that was carrying his son. After getting out of the water, he carried his son out of the boat, and strapped him to a special chair (like the kind of car baby seat for kids). The chair was attached to a bicycle. The man hopped onto the bicycle and began cycling. He cycled the entire day, and they finally reached their destination at night. Again, he lifted his son off the special chair and put him onto a wheelchair. Then, he began pushing his son as he made his way to the finish line. He ran and ran, never letting go of the wheelchair, until they finish the race...
This is one of the most beautiful stories I have ever heard. I nearly cried.