As we walked up to the organ that Joe was going to play for us, an old blind lady greeted us. She offered to play a hymn she wrote and we were delighted. It was beautiful and the sound filled every particle of air and every cell in our bodies.
We marveled at the skill of this old blind lady and her smile as she chatted with us. Her name was *Fanny Crosby and she loved to write hymns and play the organ. She told us that she never see's clouds, just sunshine because the sunshine is inside of her.
Surely one who is blind is at a disadvantage to those who can see. Yet she who has not eyes as a crutch can see a world which escapes the mind of those with sight.
It's like those who remain blind to the world of the wordless depth of soul. They are thought to be at life's loss - yet it is in that very weakness that the strength of inner swellings bursts forth in a brilliant world unknown to the minds of those who ramble on with endless words.
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*A mystery to the fullest extent! As I was taking this story from my journal and writing it up on this blog, (2020) I decided to see if I might find any info on Fanny - perhaps a picture. How stunned I was to see that there was indeed a Fanny Crosby who was blind and a prolific hymn writer and she played the organ! The only problem was that she was born in 1820 and died in 1915! I was stunned! Were we entertained by the ghost of Fanny Cosby? I can't begin to explain this or what we experienced! I did read the sweetest thing that Fanny once said to a minister: "If I had been given a choice at birth, I would have asked to be blind...for when I get to Heaven, the first face I will see will be the One who died for me."
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