DEAR MRS. NOAH  |  3 you have felt! An immediate liberation—a jolt of power—a sudden realization that you were made whole, healthy, straight—my soul, what a glorious experience! Your reaction was to glorify God. I can imagine your jumping for joy and then bowing yourself in deep gratitude as you kissed his feet and his dear hands. How could you not? And then, the ruler of the synagogue showed up complaining and quoting scripture. He missed it, didn’t he—the miracle of healing— the rejoicing—the gratitude. Poor blind man! Does there always have to be someone to rain on the parade? Jesus called him a hypocrite— and he was, of course. Jesus called you “daughter of Abraham.” Do you know that nowhere else in all of scripture was anyone else ever called “daughter of Abraham?” It’s true. “Sons of Abraham,” “children of Abraham,” “seed of Abraham,” but only you were called “daughter of Abraham”—worthy to be healed on the Sabbath day. Did you notice how his enemies slithered away in shame? Did you see how the other people rejoiced because of the wonderful things Jesus did? When Jesus healed you that day, you could stand tall. You could hold your head up. You had a new identity. I don’t know your real name, but I shall call you “Gloria.” Praise God from Whom all blessings flow. Gloria—“Praise”