This is a legacy of generational, even global impact
I was looking at His face and it feels like He saw me, even though it’s just a statue.
Bria Eaquinto, usa
Every day my daughter says, “Daddy, I want to go see Jesus.
Matt Morley
Being around those statues, especially of our Savior, was almost as if I was next to them in heaven. God’s presence is real and the feeling I got around those beautiful pieces of art truly meant something special and strengthened my testimony. I know that God is real and I know he has special influence over each of us.
Max Roos, USA
Years ago when I was at a book signing in the gift shop during LUMINARIA at Ashton Gardens, Alan and Karen Ashton walked in.
A soft snow had been falling in the gardens and had covered their hair and coats.
Karen walked up to me wearing a beautiful red coat sprinkled with snow. With tears in her eyes she said, “Oh Angela, we were just at The Light of the World and all around the Savior carrying the cross were rows of people quietly standing, about four rows deep, in reverent silence. It was so beautiful!”
Angela Johnson
I watched in awe as their hands moved so delicately over the bronze reading the data with the sensitive nerves in their fingertips and hands.
They would pause, especially as they were discovering the many faces of the different statues.
Tears would flow from their eyes as they touched Jesus and say, “I can see him!”
The stories of Jesus their fingers had read through braille had come to life.
They could feel the waves of the depiction of Jesus walking on the water.
Their guides helped them step up on the water so they could kneel and find their way over the waves to touch Jesus as he walks on the water.
When they found the woman who was weeping and kneeling before Jesus they were overjoyed to discover her tears and would speak their joy with tears of their own.
My dear friend Renee Carter, who is also blind, blessed me as I experienced her discoveries as we slowly walked from statue to statue.
She felt the rough clothing of the leper, the pleading expression on his face, the baby chicks tucked under the mother hen, Jesus kneeling and writing in the sand, the burial bandages of Lazarus, the veins protruding on the neck, hands and feet of Jesus in Gethsemane, the roughness of the cross, the prints of the nails in his hands and feet and the wound in the side of the resurrected Christ.
My life was forever changed through this sacred experience. The well beloved declaration, “Once I was blind, but now I see.” became forever more relevant to me.
I watched in awe as their hands moved so delicately over the bronze reading the data with the sensitive nerves in their fingertips and hands.
They would pause, especially as they were discovering the many faces of the different statues. Tears would flow from their eyes as they touched Jesus and say, “I can see him!”
The stories of Jesus their fingers had read through braille had come to life.
They could feel the waves of the depiction of Jesus walking on the water.
Their guides helped them step up on the water so they could kneel and find their way over the waves to touch Jesus as he walks on the water.
When they found the woman who was weeping and kneeling before Jesus they were overjoyed to discover her tears and would speak their joy with tears of their own.
My dear friend Renee Carter, who is also blind, blessed me as I experienced her discoveries as we slowly walked from statue to statue.
She felt the rough clothing of the leper, the pleading expression on his face, the baby chicks tucked under the mother hen, Jesus kneeling and writing in the sand, the burial bandages of Lazarus, the veins protruding on the neck, hands and feet of Jesus in Gethsemane, the roughness of the cross, the prints of the nails in his hands and feet and the wound in the side of the resurrected Christ.
My life was forever changed through this sacred experience. The well beloved declaration, “Once I was blind, but now I see.” became forever more relevant to me.