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As Shakespeare once penned, the eyes are the window to the soul. Earlier still, the Bible calls the eyes the lamp of the body in Matthew 6:22-23. Our inner man peers out through our eyes, revealing the light we claim to walk in. When darkness clouds our vision, dimming the light, those who hold our gaze will see and feel its effects.
“I am sorry. I am not going to make it,” read the text on my phone. A bit of anger rose up inside of me. “I am willing to give my time, but I am not willing to waste it!” I muttered under my breath as I walked home in the rain. We had a family member visiting from the States, but I had carved out a bit of time to meet with this woman I had never met before. She expressed interest through a mutual contact in attending the Bible study I lead. I wanted to help her feel more comfortable by meeting her first, but now she hadn’t shown up.
Although a Christian for many years, this crisis did a number on my faith. I questioned God‘s love for me. I questioned His whereabouts and why He allowed this to happen to my family. Instead of seeking counseling, I hid in shame and secrecy, isolating myself from everyone I knew who cared and could offer love and support.
Each one of us, regardless of our background, has something invaluable that we can offer others. We hold the figurative life preserver to cast to someone drowning in a sea of uncertainty. We carry the symbolic, kind gesture of a homemade casserole to feed a grieving family.