Yes. I really do. I have had to wear glasses since I was seven years old. In grade three I was sitting in the back of the class at school. One day, I put my hand up and told the teacher I couldn't see the blackboard. She moved me to the middle of the classroom. It wasn't long after that I put my hand up again. I was moved to the front row in the classroom. When I put my hand up a third time she wrote a letter to my parents suggesting I should see the eye doctor. I am very myopic and know what it means to, literally, not be able to see beyond the nose on my face.
But sometimes I think I am myopic spiritually as well. It seems easy to have faith when things are going well, But faith is not really for the good times. It is not about the things we can see but rather the things we cannot. About the third day into the flu I am convinced I am going to die. That's why I always have such sympathy for those undergoing chemotherapy. The side effects of the treatment only serve to convince them that the prognosis is terminal.
Psalm 26 starts off this way: "Vindicate me, O Lord, for I have led a blameless life; I have trusted in the Lord without wavering." That's my goal. I am not there yet. Lord, teach me to trust you without wavering.
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