A few days ago I took Dylan to the eye
doctor for the first time ever. He
looked so big and matured sitting in that leather chair. I was so proud. He obeyed the instructions so well that the
ophthalmologist was impressed. “I can’t
keep up with you, buddy!” She said as
Dylan was quickly responding to her promptings.
The difference was amazing. At
the beginning of the eye exam, while the Doctor was asking him to read the
letters with the naked eye, Dylan struggled through every one of them. He hesitated and missed many of them to the
point that I began to think he’s forgotten his alphabet.
After the Doctor put on the
“funny glasses” on him, the change started to become evident. With each lens she added, Dylan began to
recognize the letters and symbols on the wall more easily. At the end of the exam, the Doctor asked him
to take off the “glasses” and try to see the letters. Then she instructed him to put the “glasses” back
on after which she asked him, “is it better with or without glasses?” Dylan quickly replied, “With glasses.” The exam was up and it was confirmed, Dylan
needed glasses for he has a significant amount of astigmatism.
When I was alone in the room
with Dylan I asked him why he hadn’t ever mentioned that he couldn’t see
well. He said that he didn’t know. That made me think, He didn’t know he
couldn’t see well because that’s all he ever knew. He didn’t know that there was a whole world
of clear vision out there. He didn’t
know what he was missing.
That’s pretty much what life
is like for those who don’t know Christ.
The eyes are there, but the vision is blurred. We need the corrective glasses of the Holy
Spirit in order to be able to really see.
“Mama, now we all have
glasses in our family!” Dylan said
proudly. I looked at him and smiled,
thinking that the same way, Our Father in Heaven gives each of his adopted
children the Holy Spirit to clear up the vision of our awareness and
discernment.
“Are we getting them
now?” Dylan asked with excitement. I had a hard time explaining to him that he
wasn’t getting them just yet. He felt
crushed, for once we’ve experience clear vision, we don’t want to go back to
fuzzy.
“Dylan, now you have to remember
that when you get them, you are going to have to be very careful with those
glasses, OK?” I said to him, thinking of
my own carelessness. I know, however,
that now that he’s realized what true clarity really means, though he might occasionally
misplace them, he won’t really lose
his glasses. The irresistible grace of
seeing will always bring him back until he is found and he can see once
again.
May the Lord help us remember
to put on our Holy Spirit glasses every time we need to discern the truth.
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