Diary of a Beautiful Special Needs Sibling

  I love my brother.  There is a high chance that I will give my life for him. He’s funny, kind, and has this way of making me laugh when I least expect it. Especially when he is doing his little dance while eating Jollof Rice. But there’s one thing that keeps me up at night sometimes; does he know Jesus? Like, really know Him. Growing up, faith was a big part of our home and has become a huge part of mine. Sunday mornings meant church, bedtime meant prayers, and we have devotions in our home, and I bet he knows that I don’t joke with my prayer time. I was 15 when I gave my life to Christ when I realized, “Oh wow, Jesus actually loves me .” But my brother? That’s where things get confusing. You see, my brother has Autism and is verbal, but not per se Non-verbal. He processes things differently. He doesn’t ask deep questions about God or talk about faith the way I do. And that used to scare me. Because salvation is a choice , right? What if he doesn’t understand enough to make...