Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
Saturday, June 24, 2017
{Coming events cast a shadow?} I saw clouds that looked like this in the sky a couple of years ago. I said to myself They are still fighting, those two, Roosevelt and Taft.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Imaginations of Jochabed!
Spare me, by your mercy, sings Jochabed as she weaves the great basket for her tiny gift. Spare me Lord the suffering. Give me grace I pray. Let my child live through this awful day. Spare me Lord, By your grace for You are merciful and Kind. I can never know why your hand is heavy upon us, but spare and give my child a chance to live and serve you.Does the grave praise your power. Does the death declare your name. Does the distant sad Sheol give the glory we proclaim. We are here to love and serve you, even in a distant land. We are begging God, your holy love would stay the wicked hands. debt of love I owe. Dear Lord I give myself away, it's all that I can do” Bathing Egyptian women--- sounds of weeping women from the distance.
Woman 2---The will of the gods was supreme. I don't know how they can still be
worshipping their God when it is clear that they are subservient to us. Pharaoh is supreme and they still hold onto
their ways of distinctiveness. Their
loss is sad, but their rebellion must be dealt with. Pharaoh is our highest power.
Princess---I hear a baby crying
Silence-----
They all pan out.
They all search through the reeds and look high and low for the place
where the noise is coming from. Miriam
is behind a bush and making more baby noises from the distances.
Princess finds the baby carrier in the reeds and opens it to
find not a crying baby, but a cooing and happy little fellow and she takes him
out.
Let us read the letter from our great and high exalted one:
The women gathered at the river and they had a letter from the Pharoah that said. "My high exalted women, you who have won the privilege from the gods to be a part of the royal household, know that my grace and joy is to know that you are happy to be the ones who I trust to serve me. I will see the beauty and the glory of the things that you do and the joy that you accomplish the work. There are some sounds that are coming into your ears of wailing of the underlings. Unfavorable servants have had to be disposed of recently for our own reasons to maintain order and respect for our way of life and they are still in a grief. They have been told that they have one more day to control themselves and if they continue the loud sounds from their homes we will have to continue purging their people group, down to the last one, if need be. I ask your respectful patience and that you not allow their unreasonable sounds to darken your activities. We are doing all we can to keep your hearts lifted above the likes of the disparaging ones. Know that we are cleaning the kingdom and sometimes these things must be done. I expect your reasonable adherence to the rules of court and facial expression and emotional deportment. I wouldn't want any of you to be poisoned by the things you have heard and seen. My Pharoah daughter will keep me in contact with the behaviors and those who may have become dulled in spirit by the sounds and repercussions will be swift and thorough. I trust you understand my meaning. Your adored Pharoah!
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