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The Helen Keller Within Us All

I went to the last play by CB Productions that I will ever see: The Miracle Worker.

It was a play about Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller.

I have literally spent hours trying to put my introspection to words, meanwhile deleting everything that I type because I find it impossible to articulate not just how incredible the play was, (Kyra Heaps became Helen Keller: enough said) but how deeply moved I am by the comparison of Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller, to Jesus Christ and the Christian.

All of that to say: I give up.

However, suffice it to say this:
If only every Christian could see how desperately Christ wants to communicate with us. He literally gave His life so that He could be our eyes, our ears, our hands, and our feet. He continuously woos us to Himself, willing to go to whatever length it may take to show us that He is the way, the truth, and the life. His disciplinary measures are capable of stripping away everything that we have in order to simply show us that we must be fully reliant upon Him to live according to God’s means and will. And even when He does go to such measures, it is all too easy for us to flail our arms and mistake His love for hate. However, even when He disciplines us in the harshest of ways, although we can’t visibly see Him, audibly hear Him, or physically touch Him, we must remember that He does what He does out of love and not out of hate (Proverbs 3:12, Hebrews 12:6). When Helen Keller was learning to communicate, Annie Sullivan did whatever it took to teach her. Likewise, Christ died on a cross in order to become our only means to communicate with God, and communication with God is the only way for a Christian to successfully live according to the Word of God. Only when we realize our dependence upon Christ may we love Him with everything that we are, humbling submitting to everything that He and the Father would have us to do. All to say, we love Him because He first loved us (I John 1:19).

And even when we can’t see that, hear that, or sense that, we must never forget,

“We live by faith and not by sight” (II Corinthians 5:7).

Miss Umbrella

Miss umbrella, who you are:
A mystery beneath a star.
Oh, your silhouette shines bright,
Like a shadow out of sight.

Miss umbrella, how you hold
Your umbrella, oh so bold.
You are faithful in the rain.
You keep courage in all pain.

Miss umbrella, why so shy?
Your beauty glows beneath the sky.
And while you waltz as raindrops fall,
I hear your voice’s lovely call,

“Oh, my darling, hear me true.
I will truly wait for you.
This umbrella shelters two.
This umbrella welcomes you.”

Stephen J. Anderson – Turn My Crimson Into White

May this be the song of our hearts until His return.

Lyrics:
Oh Lord, make me whole,
Take me home, and free my soul.
Take my sins, give me rest,
In Thy fire, give me breath,
Oh Lord, make me whole.
Oh Lord, make me whole.

Good Lord, remember me
When you come, to make us free.
When my wrongs be made right,
Turn my crimson into white.
Good Lord, remember me.
Good Lord, remember me.