Blindness

Yesterday, while on my drive back home from school, I saw one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. A blind woman with her walking stick was strolling the snowy streets of Minneapolis. By her side, a gentleman her age, also with a walking stick, but not blind. He was teaching her the rhythms of the streets, the snowy patches, what could and could not be crossed over.  Whatever she touched with her walking stick, he touched too. He made himself a "blind" man to guide this woman on her journey in the dark.

 I couldn't help but think of how God made Himself flesh, made Himself one of us, to walk us through our journey in the dark. And even still, He remains a constant guide, a helping hand, a gentle man with a walking stick accompanying every moment, teaching us the rhythms of life and abundant living in His grace.

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I'm not blind, but I'm close. Without my glasses or contacts I cannot see anything but blurry figures. It all started in the 5th grade when I complained to my parents that I could not see the board. They took me to the Optometrist and woopty dooo, I needed glasses. I got the ugliest pair of metallic framed glasses I found on the shelf. Needless to say, I didn't feel to pretty. One of the things I really appreciate about my body is my eyes and now they were going to be masked behind these thick frames of metal. Gross. 

Fast forward a few years and I finally put on my first pair of contacts. Joy! My eyes could finally be seen, no longer jailed up behind metal bars. Freedom. 

God's freedom is similar to the freedom found when you finally see clearly for the first time, or when you feel beautiful after years of covering up your eyes. Ephesians 5:8 says, "For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light." We were once in darkness, but God made flesh came and dwelt among us, gave his life on the cross, was buried, and rose again so that you and I may live, forever. Good news eh? I can see clearly now and one thing I know for certain: even when my vision is blurry, or when I'm living in the blindness and darkness of separation from God, I know the Lord will take up His walking stick, hold me by the hand, and teach me the rhythms of His grace.