Warm Winds and Timber Fences: More than good eyesight....

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

More than good eyesight....

John 3:3
“Except a man be born again he cannot SEE the kingdom of God”

Seeing requires more than good eyesight.
It requires a shift. A paradigm shift. A new elevation, a different position for a different perspective. With a change in position, one is able to see with the same eyes what was before completely hidden from view. Without such a metamorphosis, seeing is limited to imagination without full context, a blurred image of black and white. We often hear that “seeing is believing”, but this kind of seeing accepts only what is clearly visible in ones fixed line of sight. It leaves no room for that which is easily visible if not restricted to a singularly fixed perspective. If we are to truly see, first we must believe. It is belief that changes our elevation, enabling us to see what before was invisible. It is belief that elevates our perspective, revealing a completely different set of parameters for viewing, opening up 3D, full colour, in real time.
Seeing.... requires more than good eyesight.....

Too late I loved you, Beauty of Ancient Days, yet ever new! Too late I loved you! Behold You were within me and I was outside of You. There I searched for you, I who was deformed, plunging amid those beautiful things which You had made. You were with me, but I was not with You. Things held me far from You, which unless they were in You, would not exist at all. You called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed aromas, and I drew in breath, and now I pant for you. I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.
-Augustine-

The real damage is done by those millions who want to "survive." The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don't want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won't take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don't like to make waves or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It's the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you'll keep it under control. If you don't make any noise, the bogeyman won't find you. But it's all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
-Sophie Scholl-