I watched the movie The Miracle Worker last night. I had seen it several times before, but the repeat impact is always as awe-inspiring as the first. Helen Keller’s world was totally void of reason. She stumbled along in the dark, both physically and mentally. The instant when Helen realized that there was meaning to life, a reason for her existence, a way to communicate, was one of the most moving moments of all time.
I try to live with her through her sudden burst into the world of words. It was more dramatic than if she were suddenly to see. In a small way, I know how Helen Keller felt. To a tiny degree, I’ve experienced her revelation. I know how it feels to be totally without hope. I know how it feels to be locked away in a dark and miserable world where no one understands me, where I don’t understand myself, where I don’t even like myself.
But thanks to God alone, I also know how it feels to exult in that awe-inspiring moment when a person realizes the sun does shine, the world is wonderful, that one can become a whole person again.