God's Own

This past Wednesday after a business meeting in Birmingham we went over to Hoover for a night of bowling. There were twelve of us on three lanes. Occupying two lanes next to us were some twelve or fifteen retarded adults. Most seemed to enjoy themselves. A few didn't know what to do. The few times I rolled a strike a little man sitting within toughing distance with eyes unknown to hate, looked up and gave me a pat on the arm as I walked back to get another bite of pizza. He got a return pat from me just because. The because isn't that I am good.
It came to me long ago that these were Gods special creatures incapable of sin. One of them innocently waddled over to my lane as I was setting up and dropped a slow roller a few feet down the lane before it guttered. Someone led him back into to fold. I happened to strike on the bottom of the frame. It didn't matter any - just a game.
In a while they left in three groups. Another man reached out and shook my hand. I smiled and returned the gentle grip. and watched him shuffle out the door with four foot eleven friend who wore a fedora and a trench coat.
I'm sure I did my part of sinning that day, I want to get my part in, but I hope that God will never look down on me with sadness because I disrespected his special ones.