By Gillian Henriques
“The righteous will live by faith.” (Hab 2:4)
“For we walk by faith and not by sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)
Another way to say that verse above is: the righteous will walk by sight … but not their own. They will completely rely on Someone with far better eyesight. Since this verse is obviously not saying we should keep our eyes closed when we are walking down the street, I think it’s safe to say he is talking spiritually here. In that spiritual realm, our eyes are very, very dull. We are practically blind. Simply put, it is dumb, very very dumb of us to rely on our own “sight” when it comes to unseen things.
You can look at a car and know the make, model, tire size, engine and every minute detail of it, but can you look at a person and know her past abuses, present trials, worries, joys, struggles, temptations, weaknesses, strengths and the infinite other things that make her who she is? How then do we possibly trust ourselves and think we know people by the way they dress? Or a couple words they say? Or the family they come from? No. We are blind. We need to rely on God who knows and sees far better than we. Then and only then will we know how to talk to and love that person.
Where I have dealt with this lately is on the unseen paths. What to do or say or react in this situation to find the most peaceful path through it? Really, Ruthy? Blind woman that you are, do you really think you can find that path of righteousness on your own? No. I can’t. I must rely on Someone with perfect “eyesight”. Someone whose eyes are native to this spiritual environment. Someone whose eyes are able to see into every nook and cranny of every person’s heart and is able to say and do and react in the best, most perfect way.
“In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths.” Proverbs 3:6
That’s not a sweet little offer of assistance when needed. It is a plea to all of us to save our own life by giving Him control of it. His Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. What does that tell me? Without Him I am in utter darkness and every step I take, I take blindly. But here comes that wonderful Light of the world! And with Him inside us, guiding us, strengthening us and enlightening us, we will walk wisely. Let’s take His hand and be willing vessels to have the same attitude in us that was in Christ Jesus.
Without the leading of the Holy Spirit I am lost. Gillian Henriques
The Week Before Christmas
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the school Not a pupil was silent, no matter what rule. The children were busy with paper and paste; The mess that they made with it couldn’t be faced.
The teacher half frantic and almost in tears, Had just settled down to work with her dears, When out in the hall there arose such a clatter up sprang the kids to see what was the matter!
Away to the door they all flew like a flash; The one who was leading went down with a crash. Then what to their wondering eyes did appear But a green Christmas tree! (To decorate I fear!)
When the teacher saw this, she almost grew sick. She knew in a moment it must be (the janator) Old Nick! She ran to the door (all her efforts were vain) But she shouted, and stamped, and she called them by name;
“Now Tommy! Now Sandy, Now Judy and Harry! Stop Billy! Stop Robert! Stop Donny and Sherry! Now get to your places get away from the hall Now get away! Get away! Get away all!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly The pupils, pell mell, started scurrying by. They ran to the blackboard and skipped down the aisle; Their faces were shining and each had a smile.
First came a basket of popcorn to string -Then came the Christmas tree (menacing thing). As the tree was brought in there arose a great shout; The pupils were merrily romping about.
The state they were in could lead to a riot; The teacher was sure, if allowed, they would try it. Her nerves how they jangled! Her temples were throbbing! The rush of her breath sounded almost like sobbing!
The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask; It was plain that she didn’t feel up to her task. The look in her eye would have tamed a wild steer, But the children ignored it; they did every year.
A tear from her eye and a shake of her head Soon led me to think that she wished she were dead. She spoke not a word but went straight to her work, Strung all the popcorn which broke with a jerk.
But at last it was finished and placed on the tree; Then came the bell and the children were free! Their shrill little voices soon faded away And peace was restored at the end of the day. As she looked at the Christmas tree glistening and tall, She smiled as she whispered, Merry Christmas to all!
Father, be my eyes. Give me your wisdom to see where my feet should go, what my hands should do and what my mouth should say. I am utterly lost on my own.