A night of healing

I don’t know why Caedmon has Cerebral Palsy. I know it’s not to make me a better person, but it has. I know it’s not so he can inspire other people, but he does. I know it’s not so his siblings develop compassion and long-suffering, but they are. Over the course of his life I’ve wrestled with the “why” question at length and at times found myself confident in an answer. And while I still lean toward an answer, I find myself agreeing with G.K. Chesterton, who said, “the riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man.”

Living in an extraordinary family is sometimes an arduous experience and other times a Hallmark card. I can be told I’m an inspiring father just one day after selfishly getting upset about soggy cereal. Such is life in our home.

The night I was an “inspiring father” Jeni and I took Caedmon to see Kristian Stanfill play in a worship-concert. (If you’ve not been to something like this, imagine any other concert you’ve attended but instead of the attention and adoration being focused on the singer or the song, both the singer and the songs focus your attention and adoration on God.) Our family was at the end of a day saturated with God’s kindness and being at this event was proverbial icing for Jeni and I, but for Caedmon it was the cake.

Pre-show picture from Stanfill's Instagram feed.

Pre-show picture from Stanfill’s Instagram feed.

Caedmon loves to sing, especially in church and the booming and brilliance of fireworks excite him like a Star Wars geek watching a trailer for Episode Seven. This concert’s light show was akin to July Fourth fireworks and the songs were songs of the church, so Caedmon absolutely loved it. This wasn’t the “I love strawberries” kind of love. No. This was more like a kid raised on the radio broadcasts of his favorite baseball team getting to attend his first game in the stadium. Caedmon jumped each time the base reverberated through his chest, and smiled hard enough to cause my cheeks to cramp. And boy did he sing!

None of us really sing the same I guess, but Caedmon’s voice is particularly distinct because Cerebral Palsy makes it very difficult for him to form sounds. In spite of his best efforts, he rarely articulates the words, but his uninhibited  sincere, infectious singing is exotic and wonderful. When they played a song he didn’t know, I would shout him the words before each stanza so he could belt it out with the thousand or so college students packing the venue. As the singing began, Caedmon was in his wheelchair sitting in the aisle, but before two songs were finished he wanted to get up.

With somebody’s assistance, Caedmon can stand and since everyone else in the room was on their feet that’s where he wanted to be. I stood him in front of me and let his body lean forward against a pew, his arms hooked over the seat back. I slid forward so my knees were on either side of his hips and placed my hands under his arm pits to allow him as much stability as possible.  Church people often raise their hands when they sing and Caedmon is all about it. He elevates his arms as high as his body will let him and for as long as his underdeveloped shoulder muscles will hold them up. We did this for a song or two before he told us his feet were hurting from his AFO’s (therapeutic braces).

This wasn't at the concert, but it does give you a taste of his enthusiasm.

This wasn’t at the concert, but it does give you a taste of Caedmon’s enthusiasm.

We got the AFO’s off his feet and then the real fun began. I stood with Caedmon, his back against my chest, and we savored the moment together. Jeni held his hand whenever he kept it still enough for her to grab. He sang loud, danced hard, and smiled big for songs both familiar and unfamiliar. And I saw the guitar player directly in front of us notice Caedmon, and smile.

They played a song called “Here’s my Heart” which I’d never heard before. It was a little slower so I’d taken the chance to take a breather and sat down for it. Caedmon was sitting high, straddling both my knees, and leaning forward to hold the pew. I was reading him the words so he could sing along but when the chorus played I held my tongue.

I am found, I am Yours
I am loved, I’m made pure
I have life, I can breathe
I am healed…

Healed? My mind began to race. Is Caedmon healed? I ran my left hand up his thin arm and held his shoulder, feeling the ball at the top of his humorous sticking out of his shoulder socket. His muscles aren’t strong enough to keep his arm from dislocating, much less ‘healed.’ I was struck with doubt and reverence at once and struggled to discern if there was meaning in the moment. Not knowing what else to do, I prayed.

I prayed for his muscles to be strengthened. I prayed for his ligaments and tendons to be relaxed. I prayed for the damage in his brain to be fully repaired, all the while moving my hand softly along his neck and back. I prayed for his body to set him free so he could dance as he saw fit and for his tongue to be loosed to he could sing as clearly as I assume he desires. My prayers were silent, but I know God heard them.

I am found, I am Yours
I am loved, I’m made pure
I have life, I can breathe
I am healed…

Maybe ‘healed’ in this song isn’t about physical healing but speaks more to spiritual healing. I’m pretty sure it does, but I know Jesus healed people when he was Emmanuel and I’m confident he can and does heal people still. After I finished praying, I listened to the students sing and examined my son’s body. It was physically unchanged, but that boy still sang. I accepted the moment for what it was, stood with Caedmon, and we sang together until the band stopped playing. He even spent a song or two on my shoulders so I could hop and spin just a little, which made Jeni nervous and thrilled Caedmon.

Afterwards, with Caedmon back in his wheelchair, we were standing in the aisle when a stranger tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and saw a young man wearing a FSU shirt and a marvelous smile. His soft-spoken yet confident voice shared how touched he was watching Caedmon worship. He looked my son in the eyes, shook his hand, and told him he was great. He asked if he could pray with us so we prayed and he lifted Caedmon, who he called “my little buddy,” to God in thanksgiving. He deftly prayed for Caedmon and I could tell his heart was where mine was earlier, but he never spoke of brokenness or frailty.

This student left and another guy came almost leaping over the pews to where we stood. He initially ignored Jeni and I and went straight to Caedmon. He told him he saw him worshiping and loved seeing him sing. Then he asked Caedmon if he liked music. Caedmon said, “yeah.” Then he asked if he had a favorite instrument. Caedmon almost stood in his seat and waved his right arm up and down with a grin. Jeni translated, “he loves the drums.” The guy ran to the stage, jumped up, grabbed the drumsticks, and brought them back to Caedmon.

It turned out he was one of the guitar players. Caedmon admired the drumsticks while the stick thief spoke with me. Barely having time to enjoy his gift, the previous owner of the sticks ran up to Caedmon and knelt before him. This was the guitar player that I noticed observing Caedmon while he played. It was so interesting to see these young guys obviously aware of Caedmon’s uncommon form but ignoring it to see him simply as a new friend and someone they wanted to be close to. This second guitar man echoed the sentiments of the our first two visitors and then the two musicians prayed for Caedmon, for Jeni and I, and for our family. They lingered a while longer, and as I leaned against a pew and watched Caedmon communicating with these guys, a fourth man approached me.

“Can I just tell you I wept watching you and your son.” He was dressed in black and wearing a radio because he was the man in charge of all the staging and rigging. “It was so beautiful to see your family and I just cried for most of the show.” We talked for a few minutes and I knew these weren’t tears of pity but tears of joy from seeing a young boy dance and sing with the unhindered joy that so many of us are afraid to express. What just happened?

In typical Sprague fashion, we were some of the last to leave. We left the building and saw the second guitar man, a man I later learned was Bret Younker (This is Brett at another worship-concert in the Georgia Dome), talking with a group of fans. As we passed, he turned away from them, waved and said goodbye to Caedmon.

So what am I to make of that night? What are you to take from it? I was praised for being a good dad, but I’m no better than any other father who was there that night. I was just noticed because of my son. There were over a thousand people there singing and dancing, yet Caedmon stood out because his singing and dancing occurred in wheel chair or in my arms and in spite of physical difficulty. His extraordinary body gave him a platform and people were moved by his life’s song. And I couldn’t be more proud, but what of the whole healing thing?

I’m reminded of another person who has Cerebral Palsy, a traveling evangelist named David Ring. He recognizes that he speaks slower and less articulate than most, but when asked if he wished he were different he responds by saying, “I wouldn’t change anything because of my Cerebral Palsy people listen to me when I speak.” And isn’t that what happened with Caedmon?  The boy’s life is always up hill and a father sees it. I believe Caedmon sees it too, but his perspective is more similar to the climber standing at base camp looking to the top of Everest as opposed to the thirsty man in a desert. And because of his Cerebral Palsy people listen to Caedmon, and they’re moved.

I was praying for the mountain to move while Caedmon simply climbed. I prayed for his body to be free while he danced in spite of it. I prayed for his tongue to be loosed while he sang at full volume. My heart went out while his was going up and I’m still trying to figure out what to think.

I know Caedmon had a wonderful evening. I know those who saw him were encouraged. I know Jeni and I were encouraged by the way these people reached out to our family. I know Caedmon was thrilled with the drumsticks, and just like when The Little Drummer Boy played his best, I know Jesus looked at this moment and smiled.

This is David Crowder performing Here’s My Heart from Passion 2013 in case you’re interested. 


  1. thanks, Ryan. Loved reading this. Caedmon has always been unhindered in his love for God. I love that about him. His short time in an earthy body is storing up many crowns and many hearts for our heavenly home. Love you all!

    1. This may sound unspiritual, but even if he weren’t storing up those crowns, even if God didn’t exist, Caedmon’s approach to life is still far better than one full of complaining or bitterness. And that very practical reality – the rightness of his particular outlook – which is advocated in God’s word makes a good argument for God’s existence and goodness. Thanks for your kind words.

  2. Beautiful! If nothing else, God has given you eyes to see His blessing and a heart to rejoice in it! Thanks for sharing.

    1. Glad to share. I wish I could see clearly all the time, but there are plenty of moments when I doubt and even directly question. I’m thankful for moments like these to bring me back home.

  3. Your description of Caedmon, Jeni, and yourself at this concert will be inspiring to anyone who takes the time to read and visualize the setting. I feel fortunate to be able to witness the true love and dynamics of you and your amazing family.

  4. So grateful for this for you and your sweet family. – we miss you.
    Kelly, Patrick, Emma and Ryan Baker

    1. Great to hear from you guys! We miss y’all, too. I know Jeni would love to talk to you and would love to see Emma and Ryan. A Skype date is probably in order 🙂

  5. Wow!…..thank you so much for sharing this, what an amazing story of an amazing little boy!
    You will all be in our prayers!

  6. Well said, Ryan, and beautiful insights gained from your gift….Caedmon. Tell him I enjoy seeing the pictures of him, and miss him. 🙂

  7. Ryan, what can possibly be better than expressing our love for God?! My tears flow, too, as I think about all of you and precious Caedmon. Your skill in expressing all that you feel is remarkable. The Lord will use that for His glory. Go, Spragues, Go!

    1. Thank you, Candi. It’s so good to hear from you! I appreciate your encouragement very much and I’m glad you took the time to share it.

  8. Ryan….I’ve often wondered why these things happen to the most innocent of beings….children. But oh..what a blessing he must be in your lives! The richness of your words while describing your experience with him at the concert did my heart good. You two are amazing parents…I love seeing updates on all of you. God Bless each of you!

    1. This is such a unique blessing of our technologically small world. Just on this post, there are comments from my immediate family, all-grown-up students from your youth ministry days in Tallahassee, friends from our Minnesota days (that would be you), friends from our years in Highlands, NC, friends from our current Tallahassee lives, friends we’ve made through things like physical therapy, and even a friend I’ve made via blogging. How cool is that?! Thanks for sharing your kind words 🙂

  9. I have nothing witty or inspiring to say, no answers to the whys, but I just wanted you to know that I read this and thank you for sharing and encouraging us all. I think you and Caedmon make a great team!

  10. As a mother of a special needs daughter who is now with Jesus – this blessed me to read and remember many similar times we had with her. Raising a special needs child is not for the faint of heart but Ohhhhhhhhh the hidden blessings and how God uses them to sanctify and draw you and your family closer to Him. I appreciate how you are able to articulate to others how God is using Caedmon both in your lives and others. We wish we still had our sweet daughter here in earth (even though it was hard at times — it’s a good hard!!! :-)) to bless our lives and others just by her presence! Don’t quit taking Caedmon to public events where others can share in the blessing of his life.

    1. I couldn’t keep him away if I tried. Thanks for sharing a little of your story with all of us. I’m instantly reminded of the book “The Power of the Powerless” by Christopher DeVinck. I’ve written numerous posts about his book over at http://www.nobodysnormal.wordpress.com that you would likely appreciate. I appreciate you taking the time to write this and encourage so many.

      1. My daughter (a FSU student) is actually in your small group and has been impacted by your desire to pour into college students and encouraging them live passionate lives for Jesus!!!! Thank you for opening up your family even when life is crazy!! 🙂 (What a great example for them to see and experience.)

  11. You have a wonderful voice in your posts and I am thoroughly enjoying following your journey.

    Kinda off topic, but I have a question: Over on my tech ed blog (http://askatechteacher.wordpress.com), I get a lot (really a lot) of questions about tech for special needs individuals. Do you have a take on that? Would you like to write a post for me with your views and some resources? I’d provide a link back to your blog (whichever you want). My tech ed blog is pretty popular and my readers constantly remind me I don’t write enough on that topic. No worries if this isn’t in your wheelhouse. Here’s my email: askatechteacher@gmail.com

    1. I’d consider it an honor. I’m no expert by any stretch of the imagination, but I can talk about what we’ve used for Caedmon in regard to speech and mobility.

  12. Ryan I have not known you and your family very long but you and Jeni have wonderful children and Caedmon is so very special. Every time I see him,I cant help but think theres a happy little dude. Times like you just described are beyond priceless and thank you so much for sharing.. God Bless, Tim Hollamby

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