I decided to take it easy today and stay home, post some old stuff:
"Blessed Assurance." I cried. There's so much in there. Father, You know the part about the angels coming down from heaven and bringing down echoes of mercy and whispers of love? It felt like today, as I was looking at the words of that song, very angels, like the ones in the song, were circling my shoulders, whispering to me the secret, delightful meanings behind every phrase in the hymn! Oh, when You gave those lyrics to Fanny Crosby, how rich with love they were!
I have been so afraid of blindness...I do not doubt that You, Father, could fill a life of physical darkness with utter joy and revelation that would make me marvel at how I could've feared it for so long--yet I do. But I see Fanny, in her darkness, walked in light, while most of us, to see even a fraction of what she saw, have to wait until we die.
Some speak of Fanny Crosby and other blind people being able to see when we receive glorified bodies. But I rather think those of us who have been disabled with physical sight on earth and unable to see unlimited, eternal truths will find, when we get to Heaven and receive glorified bodies, we will be able to see infinite light and realities as Fanny Crosby and all the other blind Christians knew on the earth!
And we thought they were the ones who were handicapped.
