Helen Keller was one smart potato head

We're as messed up as a Mr. Potato Head in the hands of a person who is really bored. Everything is out of place and doesn't work right. Yes science geeks I know that spindle fibers do their best during mitosis and meiosis to to line our chromosomes up so that our parts are where they are supposed to be. What I mean is that our eyes don't see what they should, our ears don't hear right and our mouth sings way off tune...

Paul speaks about this in the First Letter to the Church in Corinth. "The natural person does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are folly to him, and he is not able to understand them because they are spiritually discerned." Let me put it this way;

We are like Potato heads when we come out of the box and we look to our own understanding to put the pieces together. Knowledge is not bad but it's incomplete. It can only see what is physical. So when we try and figure out life and all of the stuff in the box that comes with it we miss out on what the real potential is.

Wait, it gets better! Then along comes someone who "knows" what it should look like and pulls it apart. Paul, the potato master (dare I say Jedi?) would say no, let's bring this back to Hasbro. Put the pieces in the box...

Now, if the place was packed we could duct tape some string to the box and carry it up to the roof. Thankfully we would find a pry bar up there. We could rip a hole in the roof and lower Mr. Potato Head to the foot of the designer. He could put it right and cover our mistakes (see Mark 2:1-12).

And here is where Lent fits in! This season is made for potato fixing! It's a time to get out of the playroom of life, crawl into the box (for a little while) and bring our hearts to the Master Designer. It makes no sense trying to rid ourselves of everything to to gain everything. To the deaf, dumb and blind it makes no sense. To those who can see, hear and speak, it is light in the darkness.

Listen to the words of Helen Keller...perfect vision, perfect hearing and clear speech;

They took away what should have been my eyes
(But I remembered Milton's Paradise)
They took away what should have been my ears
(Beethoven came and wiped away my tears)
They took away what should have been my tongue
(But I had talked with God when I was young).
He would not let them take away my soul:
Possessing that, I still possess the whole.

She was one smart potato. God is searching for his potatoes (Psalm 50).