I once was blind, but now I see.
C o l o r.
Imagine trying to explain color to a blind person.
As children, we are given a word that is associated with sight. If blind, we would not be able to see the immense depth & warmth of the red & orange of a sunset.
If blind, we wouldn’t be able to see the cool tones of the oceans blue, or the growing shades of green in the leaves of a tree.
We wouldn’t be able to see the sunny shades of yellow in the flowers that grow, or even the radiant white of snow.
Living life groping about in the dark would be a most torturous life for me. Sight really is a gift, although we don’t often see it that way.
It seems that the most common things we as humans do mindlessly – almost automatically every day (breathing, heart beating, sight) receive the least recognition and gratitude.
The same is true in our spiritual lives.
C o l o r.
Color is much like grace.
I once was blind – groping about in the darkness of unbelief.
I could not see the marvelous shades of God’s grace.
I could not see the immense love & kindness of Christ.
I was bound to my own sin.
My sin was my blindness.
I knew there was a such thing as color (grace) – & I tried to run as far as I could in the opposite direction.
But by the grace of God, He pulled me out of my blindness & showed me His beauty.
I now can glorify Him to the fullest – now that I see all I was once blind to before.
I once was blind but now I see
God has shed His blood for me.
He paid the penalty that we could not
and with it our redemption bought.
He has shown His lovely face
I’m now not blind to God’s great grace.
Happy Resurrection Day. May we never forget or take for granted that great gift God gave us on the cross two thousand years ago.
How often do I complain about my own circumstances without thinking how blessed I already am? Answer: too often.
I try to find my happiness in the things of this world that are just as temporal as myself, & yet I walk away expecting to be fulfilled with more than temporal satisfaction.
I find myself in a ditch that is all too familiar – struggling with dirt under my nails & sweat upon my brow to escape this prison I’ve made for myself. This prison of selfishness, pride, & dissatisfaction.
As I futily work to dig myself out of this immense hole I’ve made, all the while I’m finding myself deeper than I was before.
“How did I get here?” I wonder.
“Where did this treacherous fall begin?”
“How do I get out?”
I keep pushing away Christ’s open arms, thinking I can do it by myself.
Face soaked in tears & the dirtiness of my sin, only by God’s grace do I realize I’ve been pushing back the very Hands that can rescue me. The hands of the One whose grace & love towards me, if the ocean was ink & the sky was a scroll, could not contain the whole.
It’s like you’re drowning with a millstone around your neck, but you’re pushing away the lifeguard.
How could I be so blind?
Now that I see, it seems unfathomable that I could ever be blind in the first place.
Oh, the greatness & holiness of God – that I may never lose sight of what He has done for me.
It almost seems that I’m too dirty and worthless for Christ to want me. My mask of outward righteousness has come off, & my true depravity shines through.
I have the opportunity to find everlasting satisfaction & joy in Christ, but I try to find something “better”.
How childish it sounds now that I write it.
Will I find myself in that ditch again?
Will I know Whose strength to rely on to escape?
“Do you know him?”
I asked her
for I saw
the way she stare
“I did once,”
She replied softly
“but the he I once knew
is no longer there.”