Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Myrtle Beach

The Amen for the sunrise service with the seagulls was spectacular. We tried for 3 days to get to sunrise service and we were thwarted one way or another each day until the Sunday service.

Ev said the seagulls are wondering why people even come to the beach after the amen of sunrise prayer. She really could have come with us to see the Amen. The whole flock sat on the beach and watched as we watched for the sun. No one budged, but us as we tried to find the right spot to spectate. The sand was cold and the sound of the waves flapping was the only sound that we could hear. None of them made a peep as God was obviously the center of their attention. God called them to order as He does everyday. Sunrise is their daysong.

Clouds were spotting here and there and I wondered if they would delay the sight. They didn't and all of a sudden the sacred hush was punctured by a flash of slivered light, pink and yellow and then the flapping of all of the wings at once. It was 'as if' some one had said go. We call it the AMEN. They flew up in the air all of them and danced around eachother, clearly grateful that they had lived through the night to see another day. Isn't God good!

That was their Amen!

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