I just realized that blindness is required for an Aha! moment. Yes, I know–I’m a little slow on the uptake at times. For the first time in my life I awake to view the sharp details of my bedroom dresser and the wrinkles on Husband’s face instead of fuzzy colors meshed together. It’s true—only with clear sight can we know how blind we have been.
Is this how the blind man felt after receiving his sight? I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. *silly grin* Really—this is amazing! I once was blind, but now I see. Dr. Johnson is my new favorite-person-of-the-month. I have 20-20 vision in my right eye where Near-Sighted-Since-Birth fought with a cataract for total visual domination. The left eye is scheduled for renovation on May 17th and then I shall conquer the world! Maybe.
I still need multifocal lenses in my soul. For some reason Jesus doesn’t seem to want to wave his spiritual scalpel over my Near-Sighted-Since-Birth soul and instantly replace all cataracts with the multifocal lens of the Spirit Holy. It seems to be an ongoing surgical process—sight on the installment plan. Not nearly as much fun as Dr. Johnson’s better vision plan, but it does come with an eternal lifetime guarantee.
I do awake every now and then to the clear details of a situation where once only fuzzy colors had meshed my opinions together into a not so godly near-sighted mess. Spiritual cataracts fall off. A sliver of God’s multifocal lens glimmers into place. Maturity happens. Slowly.
Why does spiritual sight reveal blindness? Why can’t we just know we are blind? You would think a blind person would know he was blind, but that isn’t usually the case when it comes to spiritual things. We don’t see our blindness until we have sight. Go figure. Just another reason we call it the Backward Kingdom.
Comments? Questions? Opinions? What’s your experience with spiritual blindness?
In Him together, Susan Gaddis