6th Sense

I DO NOT see dead people. IF you do, you need to go to your local spirit-filled church and have that cast out! I’m sure that when Helen Keller was a child, she was at least more troubled than Cole Sear (the boy in 6th Sense). When Helen Keller was just over a year old she lost her ability to see and hear to a bout with meningitis. And because she could not hear she also lost her ability to speak. As a deaf, blind mute you would think that she was confined to her own invalid mind. However, Anne Sullivan answered the call of God on her life by taking the responsibility to patiently teach Helen Keller how to communicate. Oh the painstaking effort it must have taken to first of all, gain Helen’s trust, teach her to communicate, challenge her to thrive - which she did. 

In that day, meningitis was known as “brain fever.” The brain is responsibility for the interpretation of all senses. And because her brain was sick, her sense were impaired. However, because of the 6th sense Helen was able to overcome her hopeless circumstance. There is ABSOLUTELY NO human way possible Helen Keller should have been able to accomplish all that she did.  

To name a few things that Keller accomplished, at 21-year-old Helen went to college and graduated cum laude, from Radcliffe at the age of 24. Throughout the first half of the 20th century, she tackled social and political issues, including women's suffrage, pacifism and birth control. She co-founded Helen Keller International to combat the causes and consequences of blindness and malnutrition. In 1920, she helped found the American Civil Liberties Union. During her lifetime, she received many honors in recognition of her accomplishments, including the Theodore Roosevelt Distinguished Service Medal in 1936, the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1964, and election to the Women's Hall of Fame in 1965. She also received honorary doctoral degrees from Temple University and Harvard University and from the universities of Glasgow, Scotland; Berlin, Germany; Delhi, India; and Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa. And she was named an Honorary Fellow of the Educational Institute of Scotland. 

Our senses are how we experience and interpret the world around us. Without our senses we don’t know if we are coming or going.  Be it the eyes, ears, tongue, skin, or nose, the senses help to protect the body. These organs of receptions relay information through sensory neurons to the appropriate places within the nervous system. We use at least one of our five senses every moment of every day and they are on duty even when we are asleep! Our senses work together to let the brain know what is going on around us. However, there is a sense that is missing among the list…Faith.

Faith IS a sense. In the same way that our senses have an organ that is responsible for the ability, the spirit of faith is invisible. (Heb. 11:12) But that has nothing to do with its power. Faith's sense is a perceived stimuli that originates from outside or inside the body. Faith’s stimuli is the Word of God. This sense is expressed through your ability to imagine. Your imagination is the muscle that is used while you wait for God’s dream for your life to be realized. Your imagination can be stimulated through any one or a combination of the 5 senses. 

One of my favorite stimulus is Romans 4. The whole chapter is dedicated to those of us who are developing our 6th sense. Verse 17 states, “(as it is written, “(as it is written, “A father of many nations have I made you”) in the presence of Him whom he believed, even God, who gives life to the dead and calls into being that which does not exist.” If we take our cue from the father of our faith, what we do with our imagination becomes vital in the process of actuating the reality of God’s dreams. Let me Johnsonize this verse right quick. In the Presence of Him (big “H”) who he (little “h”) believed, he (little “h”) called into being that which did not exist. Abe sat down with the Lord and projected God’s dream of Abe’s future. 

On Monday morning in my devotions, Lord asked me a question. He asked me: “what do you want from me?” The question gave me the distinct feeling that I should be careful about how I answer this question. Anyone who doesn’t approach the answer to this question with a certain intense reverence is probably not worthy to answer this question. I felt honored that the Lord would trust me to even ask me. I was specific in my answers. ‘

I’ll go ahead and be butNaked in at least one of my answers…

I want a family of my own, I am a 42 single DOPE woman without children. I believe this dream originated within the heart of God. There is no human way possible for me to actuate this dream - and I don’t want to. I have been jilted my entire life. Blood, nor marriage, nor deep relationships have been able to protect me from the pain of being left. And still I hold dear the dream of having, and raising a family of my own. No matter the anguish that I’ve tasted, seen, heard, smelled, OR touched, my faith is STRONG, IMMOVABLE, and ABSOLUTE because I have been infused by the Word of God regarding my life. It’s just a matter of time. Till then i’ll work my faith muscle (John 6:29).

I’m Tifiny and iambutNaked…