One day a horse wandered into our suburban neighborhood. I was 15 years-old and even now, I remember our next door neighbor coming over to "borrow" our phone. She called her husband who was at his insurance office and I listened to her side of the conversation which went like this:
"Bob! There is a horse in our yard!"
"What do you mean: what does he look like????"
Then with mounting exasperation: "No! He isn't purple with pink polka-dots! He's brown!"
Then silence which was finally broken with this statement: "Well, all I know is that he's eating the garden you planted..."
End of conversation. Thirty minutes later, her husband was walking around their yard in a three-piece suit, swinging a home-made lasso at the horse he'd had such trouble believing in.
Many years later, I was giving an English lesson to an International from Asia. It was our first lesson; we had only met briefly the day before.
In the middle of the lesson, she suddenly said, "Last night, I tell Jesus I believe Him. I ask Him to accept me. Do you think He answer that prayer?" I was totally taken aback and could just stammer out, "Yes" while wondering what exactly she knew about Jesus and if I had said the right thing.
She nodded and said, "I think so, too. Because room was dark when I pray. Then a bright light fill room and I have peace.. here..." She pointed to her heart.
I never saw a moor/ I never saw the sea
Yet know I how the heather looks/and what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God/nor visited in Heaven
Yet certain am I of the spot/ as if the chart were given.
Like Ms. Dickinson, there are many things I've never seen. Through stray horses and uncharted English lessons, I've learned that just because I haven't seen something for myself, doesn't mean it isn't real. The proof is in the pudding or, perhaps in this case, in the garden:)