Thursday, January 9, 2014


The driver had been drinking and ran the red light.  We were driving at least forty miles per hour going down our off ramp.  He failed to see and he ran through the light, under the overpass and into us.  We ran into four other cars before our car stopped spinning.  I was unconscious and when I awoke in ICU, I could not see.  There is the vision which comes through the eyes and there is the vision of the heart.  My eyes remained blinded for weeks.  I learned to see with my ears and my other senses.  When I saw again, I saw double.  Surgeries later I could see again and life began to return to something akin to its normalcy prior to the accident.  But never the same. 

There is blindness and there is blindness.  

This man, he wanted to see Jesus.  There was nothing wrong with his eyesight but he was too short to see over the crowd and the clamor.  I can feel like that.  Like the clamor is too strong and the crowd of life and the grief of the past and others' needs and all these hurts and demands are just too great to allow me to see.  

He climbed.  That man climbed.  He longed to see and he went to lengths to climb up over the crowd.  He longed for Jesus and he went up to the place where He could see.  He could see the one who sees everything.  He saw the man who gave sight to those who were blind and who called out the blindness of those whose pride and fear blocked them from worship.  He saw.  And he was seen.  

Jesus called him blessed and forgiven because he went to the lengths to see.  Jesus meets us in those places -- when we reach and when we ignore the crowd -- when we go up to the heights to see Him, then He lowers Himself to dine with us.  When we are touched by Him, we see and immediately we long to give instead of take.  We want to see others healed and blessed because we can't see Him, seeing us, and remain invisible any more. 

And though we may feel unseen at times, and though this world can make us feel as though life is a blur, and we can easily lose our focus, we are known and we are seen and we are loved.  See: 
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. 
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.  1 Cor 13:12
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Tris Bendickson Kellogg said...

Jesus really does meet us where we are. Thank you for sharing your experience. What a scary thing to lose your sight! So happy that you were healed. Hugs to you my FMF friend :)

HeartsHomeward said...

Thanks, Tris! It was quite scary. I thought of all the things i loved seeing and would not see if I did not heal. I was only 15 at the time -- my step-father was the driver in our car. It was a long ordeal, but God used it for good. I once was blind, but now I see -- that statement is true in so many ways in my life. I am so glad you popped by Hearts Homeward.