Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, November 21, 2008

At lunch the other day,

I saw a big bunny dragging her babies to midday prayer. I was very surprised that bunnies pray so I took a bite of my magic mushroom to follow them and I had to grab my jacket, because I was cold. I ran as fast as I could to their little gathering under the stairs behind the building. I saw her and I ran and stumbled in the door and the sound of the clap of my thighs as I fell to the ground made all of the bunnies stop praying and look at me. I was very embarrassed, not just because of the slap of the sound of my thighs but also because I had interrupted such a solemn moment. Ma Bunny hopped over to help me up. It hit me later that I should have been afraid because I was much smaller than she was at that moment and if she wanted to she could have done me some harm. But she seemed to know that I came in peace.
I tried to be respectful of their prayer time but it was very hard because the gathering place was decorated with items that they had that seemed to remind them of God's amazing provision for them. I wanted to write down what I saw, but I had forgotten my pen and by the time they had said amen, It was time for me to go back to work from lunch so I ate my mushroom and ran as fast as I could to my machine.
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