With all the issues I’ve had in the past few years with my eyesight, my thoughts have turned often to the ability to see. As I’ve pondered the direction my physical vision is taking, I’ve been made very aware of the parallels between physical and spiritual blindness.
I can tell you I was born blind.
Jesus was not an essential part of my growing up years. God was always there, but never in a good way. He carried a big club and watched everything I did. I had no idea there was a God who loved me. Blind.
I married. He became a preacher. We had children. Still no loving God in my life. Still blind to His plan for me.
I became very ill. As I lay in a hospital bed for ten days, the curtain of black parted just a little. The thought came to me that God had no grandchildren. Having no clue what that meant, I pondered it as tests were given, medication prescribed and results diagnosed. That tiny bit of light stayed with me as I returned home. It was months later when my epiphany occurred. I was living my mother’s religion.
It’s been a long journey from that day in the late 1960’s to today. As my physical eyesight has dimmed, my spiritual vision has grown more vibrant.
I am no longer blind.
Just like the blind man in the Bible – “I know this: I was blind and now I can see!” John 9:25 (NLT)
