Monday night, I took out the trash – and like in the movies – looked to my right, and my neighbor Wil and I were synchronized in our husbandry. Two dads simultaneously taking out the trash at 10:45pm.
“I like your beard,” he said. “It makes your eyes pop.”
To which I said, “Don’t ever tell me that again.” (or something)
Then I told him that it has nothing to do with a beard. Maybe its because I haven’t been a person for about the past 6 months. You see that in peoples eyes, right? Distance, disengaged, empty. So now my eyes pop, and neighborhood men have noticed. Sweet.
Actually, he’s right. I feel a bit like Paul in Acts 9, after his conversion encounter with the resurrected Christ (not conveying that I have recently been converted). After he had been stricken with blindness at the appearance of Christ, Ananias was sent to say to him, Brother Saul, the Lord Jesus who appeared to you on the road by which you came has sent me so that you may regain your sight and be filled with the Holy Spirit. After which Scripture says, immediately something like scales fell from his eyes. Maybe passerbys taking out their trash noticed the change in his eyes. Or was it the beard?
Seriously, I am daily learning where I have been. Something like scales are coming off of my spiritual eyes as I feel like the calcification of my heart is chipping away. I can weep for people, pray with people, study Scripture to preach to people… and all to discover Christ who alone can cure blindess.
It’s weird to feel like I can see again, because now I want to look back to figure out where Ive been in the months of launching out West Valley PCA (www.westvalleypres.org). But its hard to look back to where you’ve been when – at the time – I wasn’t seeing much of anything.
O God, help my eyes to pop. My tears to flow. Your heart to care. My eyes to read. Your Word to convict.
Maybe the patchy beard is here to stay…