Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Monday, June 11, 2012

Who's the Miracle Worker?

The first scene in the Miracle Worker, 1962 there was a reflection in a Christmas bulb and in my mind I hear the verse- "Now, we see through a glass darkly..." If there were anyone who saw through a glass darkly and whose life transformed the darkness and made sense out of a difficult providence it was Helen, to my mind. I see her, through my readings about her and the wondrous actresses who have depicted the writings about her life. I love her. I imagine that, if anyone would be assigned to instruct the Church to see God's providences on the earth and the workings of God in His love of His Church, it would be Helen. God, Like Annie Sullivan attempts and continues to attempt to civilize us from our self-will and blind indifference to our sin and shame and the Church, we, like Helen through spoons on the ground and fight against goodness and love, for our own way. We don't know. We can't see the Higher plan. We can't know what our sin is doing to God's heart. He is patient and kind and guiding us

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09