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“Word of God speak. Won’t you pour down like rain washing my eyes to see your majesty …”
My mind focuses on that phrase, washing my eyes. I know I’m supposed to be worshipping but I can’t help thinking about my mother. More specifically: her prosthetic eyes. She had been blind most of her life and all of mine. Before I was born she had to have her real eyes removed and she was fitted for artificial ones. To bar from infection she had to take them out and clean them. She didn’t get many infections and if she did, it was really more of a nuisance than anything else.
That is, until 2006 when she was diagnosed with myleodysplastic syndrome. It’s a blood disorder and now what was once bothersome could be fatal. Keeping her eyes clean was imperative! She became extra diligent in her care though and had no problems. In 2007 she suffered from a compressed spinal cord and became partially paralyzed. Keeping her eyes clean became my responsibility. She could not do it and the nurses at the rehabilitation center didn’t know how. I didn’t either but I went to a local ophthalmologist who explained the procedure and gave me suction cups to aide in the removal. I did my best but she still got one small infection. Thankfully it did not take her life.
Caring for such an independent woman as my mother did not come easily. Neither one of us was used to it. But isn’t that what the song is saying? God You speak. God You wash my eyes to see Your Majesty. It’s saying I can’t do it on my own. But that’s not all it’s saying. We need to have clean eyes to see God’s Majesty. We have to keep them from being infected by the world. We need God’s help so that unintentional glances don’t become second looks, so that we don’t get pulled into a situation that could poison our soul.
There’s another worship song that asks God to give us pure hearts. How can they be pure if the images we send to them are full of filth? I’m not just talking the obvious—pictures no one should see but the words we read and movies we watch that are full of anger and ugliness. So yes Lord, wash my eyes to see. Wash my eyes so my heart may be a pure place for You to dwell. A pure place for You to come in, sit a spell and tell me what I need to hear. Yes, Lord wash my eyes and come sit a good long spell until that time when I’m Home and Your Majesty is all I see.
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