Logan presses his face to the window, searching the darkness. He stands on the couch, pushing the curtain aside, pointing. “Moon, moon,” he says, clapping with joy.

On warmer days Logan paces beside the backyard fence, always gazing up, watching birds and clouds and airplanes, and then as night falls he points out the window, up to the moon, to the stars. Up to heaven.

When it’s too cold to be outside, his parents take him to the local warehouse store with its soaring ceiling. Logan fixes his gaze upward, heedless of the lights and drills and lumber filling the shelves around him. He claps and giggles, gazing at the rafters far above. There is no moon in Home Depot. No airplane or bird flying over, and yet he still fixes his gaze upward, taking pleasure in the vast distance above his head.

One of the best things about being part of the disability community is discovering each person’s uniqueness. Their disabilities, far from dimming the image of God in their lives, frequently display it.

We, in our skill and competence, our abilities and education, can easily miss it. We are competent, after all, and tend to forget that we are creatures. Children. That life isn’t ours to grasp, but God’s to bestow.

But people like Logan display their neediness for all to see. And also their giftedness. Unhindered by embarrassment or comparison. In a culture that craves authenticity, they shine.

There are theological theories of disability, scholarly books expounding on the “whys” we crave. And yet, mysteries remain, glimpses of heaven just outside our understanding.

And then there is Logan, looking up, always up, reminding us that there are realities beyond the boundaries of logic and comprehension.

“Moon, moon,” says Logan, reaching to the heavens like a toddler asking to be held. Reminding me to set my heart on what is above, up where Logan will one day run free. Up where the moon will one day be overtaken by the radiance of the Son.

“The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end.”

Isaiah 60:19-20