This young man’s name is Luther Whitfield Closson Hopkins. Now, with a name like that, you can’t help but be some sort of thinker, or at least a person with very special and intelligent thoughts. Luther is a quiet sort, but sometimes he likes to ramble. He can tell you all the habits of all the different kinds of lizards, and he’ll tell you exactly what sorts of things they like as if he had a conversation with them. Today we were out in some woods, and we were reptile hunting together. I remember exactly where he said something that made my heart ache it was so beautiful. All his own words too. We had passed by a space where long grass was growing in front of a forest of dead, mysterious looking pine trees. We had been commenting on how bright the grass was, and how mysterious the forest looked. All of a sudden, this came out of his mouth.
There are sometimes when you feel hot, and you want water, but you want to wait til you’re even hotter, so the water will taste even colder. And you lay there, waiting, and then the cicadas start singing, and you feel like you’re going to die.”
Whoa. “And you lay there, waiting, and then the cicadas start singing and you feel like you’re going to die.” That struck me as being beautiful. I asked him, later on, if he felt like he had lived a really long time. He answered no, not really, but when he thinks of a hotel we went to a long time ago with our cousins, and he stepped in the hot tub and the water went over his head, and when he got set on the refrigerator to watch everybody, well, when he remembered that he felt like it was a long time ago, and it made him feel old. Luther and his whole nine years. He has the ability to draw up a wonderful image, and make you feel that you are living something so simple and beautiful that it aches. Perhaps it was his attitude. He had no idea what he was saying. It came naturally to him, as naturally as breathing, and he didn’t know that he was creating something so beautiful to me that I couldn’t answer him right away at times. I wish I could write it all down, I wish I could remember everything he said.
I love this about Luther: his deep, thoughtful mind. the questions that he asks, his understanding and his simplicity. All of my siblings have this element about them, but Luther has seemed a bit scholarly since the time he was born. When he was a toddler he would put on glasses and pretend to read “The Tale of Jeremy Fisher” but he couldn’t read…. instead he was reciting it from memory.
I can’t wait to see what God has in store for this young man.