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Topic: See (07/22/10)
- TITLE: Focus
By Nancy Bucca
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When I was a young child, perhaps three or four (the memory of that time has faded), it was discovered that my right eye had become more than a bit lazy. I could barely see out of it, a fact that alarmed my poor mother. I didn’t see what the fuss was all about. All I knew was that I hated eye drops.
In those days "lazy eye" could be corrected in one of two ways: with surgery or with an eye patch. My parents chose the eye patch. By blocking the vision in the working eye, the eye patch was supposed to help the lazy eye focus, thus improving its vision.
That was the theory anyway.
Then came elementary school, where all the pupils (not to mention the teachers) were taller than me. To borrow a few words from Numbers 13:33, I saw myself as a grasshopper in their eyes, and it seemed to me as if I appeared that way to them.
I couldn’t read the chart for the box they put me in. The box labeled “shy.”
As you may have gathered, the eye patch wasn’t my only problem. There was also the unseen blindfold that held my mind in fear, causing me to “clam up” whenever I needed to ask an important question. As a result, I made some dreadful mistakes at school. Mistakes that stuck their noses in my face when I least expected it. Mistakes that threatened to ruin my life.
I saw no alternative but to change my identity. To that end I grew my hair as long as my mother allowed, and used it to cover my face. “Don’t see me” became my constant refrain while at home. At school the teacher would pull my hair back into a ponytail. But I would pull it forward again, strand by strand.
How I ached to escape the box in which I found myself! But I couldn’t see any way out because my eyes were turned inward, toward all the bitterness enclosed within my cocoon of despair.
Then one day Jesus, the heavenly eye doctor, shone His light into that introverted place. He performed laser surgery on my spiritual eyes, giving them divine potential to see 20/20. To spur me on to greater vision, He gave me an eye patch to place over my “good I” (the “I eye” that says, “I am good; I can do it myself”). Covering the “good I” reminds me to focus my eyes on Jesus.
I didn’t see much immediately following the surgery. Just a few shades of truth here and there, an occasional mustard seed of faith, and a ray or two of light illuminating the fog that likes to settle on my heart from time to time.
But learning to focus on Jesus has caused my inner eye sight to improve. So much so that I, the pupil, am now assisting the Great Physician in performing surgery on other pupils' eyes.
Exercising my spiritual eyes takes effort, but it’s well worth it.
As for my lazy eye, it improved well enough for me to get a driver’s license. One that requires me to wear glasses. And that’s good enough for me.
Scriptures: Psalm 34:3; Jeremiah 33:3; Romans 1:21;
II Corinthians 5:7; Philippians 4:8; Hebrews 12:2
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