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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