These days are hard. These days not spent in Africa are grueling and my heart just isn't here. No matter how many posts I write, no matter how many times I outline the words don't live in the future, it still doesn't seem to be enough. But then reality slaps me in the face, and then my Father straightens my slump, and then the simple words of Ecclesiastes ring in my head and I am healed for this moment. His faithfulness is enough, and man...He fills me up. He really does.
I once met a blind man who has seen more of the world than anyone else I've ever met. I was in Fort Worth, TX serving at this awesome ministry for the inner city homeless called beautiful feet when I met him. Our conversation wasn't long, but it was long enough to understand. After I gave him his dinner, he touched the side of my face with the back of his dirty hands and said bless you and I knew he meant it. Talking to this man was so freeing because it was like all the barriers of judgement were gone. It didn't matter if you were white, or black, or crippled, or dirty...and it didn't matter because this man only saw your soul. Even if your soul was so disheveled like mine was or you had been through alot like I had, he could understand that. And this man who couldn't see could understand that because this man had the eyes of God. What a blessing it would be, to be able to look past everything in the world and just see someone's heart. Just talk to someone and let nothing on the surface matter. After all...the only part of you that will be left in heaven is your soul. And that's the only part of you that really matters, anyway.
To be blind, but to be able to see the entire world. This is a man I will never forget.
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