This was an email I sent home while helping in the Spanish/Portuguese LDS ward in London. "I teach the sunbeams and help in Primary. I'm not sure what they think of us gringos coming in and helping. This last Sunday I taught my 3 darling little girls (who luckily speak English as well as Portuguese) about how we should be grateful for our eyes. In the lesson was the story about Jesus healing the blind man with the clay. I decided to have us act it out. (a prompting half developed before class, and mostly spur of the moment) I knelt on the ground (having done a few activities with them before this so they trusted me and wanted to know what was next) and narrated the story, with me as the blind man, one girl as Jesus in the corner, one as my daughter, and one as the castle. (that's what she wanted to be) I explained (with my eyes closed) that I was poor and old and blind and tired and hungry and that my daughter needed to go find "Jesus" because He could heal me. I couldn't go because I was blind, but I needed her to go because we had heard he could work miracles. --I urged her to go and get him, and in what to say-- things like "Jesus, my father needs you...only you can heal him..." and to bring "Him" over. As I sat there alone while the "daughter" was bringing "Jesus" over, I had a moment of feeling a part of what this man had felt. I felt the Spirit confirm to me that Jesus can heal us. And even if we are completely lost and alone, He will find us. "Jesus" came over and I narrated and we acted out that Jesus put mud on the mans eyes and told him to go wash in the river. The daughter led the blind man to the river and they both washed his eyes. The girls gathered around me as I came up from the "river" and I raised my face toward the light, slowly opening my eyes, fluttering and twittering my lids and smiling as I saw the world around me and was healed. They squealed in delight and wanted to do it again, but this time as different characters. We ended up running it 2 or 3 more times, every one switching off. As the last girl slowly opened her eyes in amazement and believed the miracle, kneeling beside her, I was so caught up in the moment that I (semi)shouted "Jesus healed you! He can heal you! He made you so your eyes could see!" And she was so excited she jumped into my arms, hugging and hugging me. The other girls ran over and joined in the celebration. It was such a truly wonderful learning moment."
northern california sunflower child. i grew up reading stories, writing stories, drawing stories, and then acting out stories. my parents are travel-lovers and that was passed on to me. studied lots of things at brigham young university in provo, utah. got my dream jobs right out of the shoot and am currently working with people with autism using the arts. i work on projects i'm passionate about on the side, love my family and friends, and try to LIVE this messy thing called life.