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Which Lives Are Worth Living?

As the worship music flowed around my family in church, I held Jorai close and we swayed together. She was cooing and sometimes would throw her head back and let out a long, "Aaaaaahhhh!" My baby girl was worshiping God, too.

A moment later, I caught a glimpse of another worshiper. He was a young man, in his late teens. His eyes were clenched shut, his hands crossed over his heart, his body moving to the beat of the music. He sang freely, happily lifting his hands as if he were trying to touch God. A look of pure love shone across his face. He didn't care who saw him, or what he looked like to others.

His worship was utterly uninhibited. And this lovely young man had Down Syndrome...

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