Wednesday, December 10, 2014

“Cataracts”

After cataract surgery, I lay around the house with an awkward pair of glasses over my eyes to lessen the discomfort of the bright lights around me, but that quickly opened me up to some good-hearted family ribbing.  “Wow, Dad looks like a thug” one kid text, while another walked in laughing saying, “Hey Ray Charles, how are you feeling?”   In the midst of my recovery, I had a whole new opportunity to “look” at things differently…literally.  I certainly appreciate the testimony of the blind who celebrated, “I once was blind, but now I see.” Grant it, to a much less extend.

Nevertheless, you and I celebrate Christmas.  We’ve heard the story.  It’s old news, but familiar news.   A baby a manger, no room for him in the inn, but an angel appears and directs the lowly shepherds to witness His birth.  They make the choice to find the Savior and worship Him.  Yada, yada, yada.  Could the years of seeing the old story of Christmas played out in our lives leave us today with a complete reversal of the blind man’s fate?   I once could see, but now I’m blind.  Has the long, slow development of a cataract clouded our ability to see the real meaning of Christmas? The Answer is simple….if you’ve truly come to worship Him and been changed by His Presence in your life, your eyesight is probably fine; however, if you just can’t see it, and things are blurry and out of focus this season, then maybe it’s time for surgery. 

"Let's go to Bethlehem and SEE this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."

                                                                                                                                                                                 Luke 2:15

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