Junior Senior Campout

Blind

Being blind: being absent to the light around you.

So I scratched my eye.  Yes, it's red and it hurts.  It hurts so much that I can't even look at light.  If my eye is open, I am looking at the dark floor.  It hurts too much to look up.  All day yesterday I was at Camloops for shopping, and I had to bear with my eye the whole time.  All through the mall, my eye was tearing up, screaming at me to close and rest it for a while, but I refused to listen: I had things to do.  There were many interesting things to look at in the mall, and I would quickly glimpse at them, but then the fierce light stung my eye and drove it shut amid a sudden spurt of tears.  I came to hate in the mall.  Every time there was a window or a bright section I would quickly close my eyes most of the way until I had reached a shadowed, dark spot.  Light had become noxious to me.

   I love light.  Sunshine makes my day.   I wanted to open my eyes and 'soak it up'.  But every time I even turned in the direction of light, my eyes drove me away.  Part of me wanted to 'forget' the pain and turn to the sun, and part of me begged me to stay away from the light.  This conflict pulled and tugged at me all day long.

   There are people in this world today who hate the Son of God.  Their natural inclination is towards the shadows.  The convicting power of the Holy Spirit singes them.  They can't stand the Love of Jesus.  Many people choose this blindness.  They slip the cover over their own eyes.  They blaspheme the Holy Spirit.

     Sometimes I like to point fingers at others and say that I am better than them.  This is especially true for those who aren't even in the church.  I don't watch movies, play games, or listen to bad music any more, but there are millions of people who do.  It's easy for me to say that I am better than they are.  I am a sinner, and everybody else is a sinner.  We all need salvation.  Even though I may have accepted Christ, I still occasionally fall, showing that I am still a sinner.  What amazes me, is that Jesus was perfect.  Perfect.  Not a blemish of sin.  And He died for me.  He took the penalty that I deserve.  That I deserve!

   Jesus wants me to live a life in Him.  The same spirit that helped Him conquer sin on the cross He also freely offers me.  This spirit is a convicting spirit and works against my ways.  It points me to Jesus, rather than the shadows.  Though I am broken and seek the shadows, Jesus bids me to come and find rest in Him.

   My spiritual eyes are ruined.  I can no longer seek the light.  The Holy Spirit prompts me to simply look to Jesus and live.  Though it hurts at first, my eyes will eventually heal!  What a wonderful thing!  Though I may be partially spiritually blind right now, I want to believe in Jesus!  I want to see the Light!  I want to be healed!  I don't want to be blind anymore.

   There are many people in this world who purposefully keep their eyes shut from the truth.  They hate the Spirit of Conviction.  They openly reject Salvation.  These people need prayer!  I once was lost, but now I'm found.  Think about your own experiences when you closed your eyes at God.  I shutter at those dark times, but by God's grace, those times are behind me.  God has brought me a long ways.  I want to help others to see and accept the healing rays of the Son.  Pray for them.  Pray.