There is a developmentally disabled girl who came to her job site filled with excitement. She was moving, and she was going to live in a yellow house. None of her caregivers understood what this was all about. She wasn't moving. But she was so excited, and she was so adamant, and she kept talking about the yellow house.
Someone remembered back when her parents had died. She dealt with the loss of her parents by deciding that they had gone to a truly wondrous place called heaven, and although no one had talked about "In my Father's house, there are many mansions," she seemed to understand it somehow anyway. She told everyone that Jesus had built her parents a beautiful yellow house, and that they were together in heaven, living in their brand new yellow house.
The whispering began. 'You don't suppose that she's talking about THAT yellow house?' It couldn't be, not really, but it was kind of a startling coincidence, hey?
Except that within a few weeks, our friend was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, an untreatable cancer, one that I personally had never heard of before.
She's gone now. Just that quick, she was gone, but she was so excited to be going, that really, it was hard to be sad about it. She wanted desperately to go to heaven and live with her parents once again, all of them happy in the beautiful yellow house that Jesus had built with his own two hands.
This is what I know: this girl was profoundly disabled, but God drew close to her. I knew this girl personally, and this is why I believe that my work allows me to come in close contact with His holiness every single day. In each one of these individuals, I see God at work.