Divinely blind

I hate writing this in the middle of the printing lab, but then again why not? That’s stupid. I know I’m gonna forget this if I don’t write it down now. Reading acts 9, I found something interesting. In the passage, Saul had gone around Jerusalem hating the Christians. In Drama class, we’re reading the play Oedipus, we are taught to focus strongly on the theme of coming from darkness into the light, or being spiritually blind but physically healthy.
We all know Oedipus’s tragedy. The truth was that he killed his father and slept with his mother. But while the clues and hints all point to the truth, he accused many of plotting and conspiring against him, and lying to him about his past. Especially a blind older man, who kept telling him the truth about who he really was, he was in the dark. He would boast about how he was the wisest of the time for defeating the Sphinx’s riddle. He kept saying he wanted the truth. And eventually the sad irony is that he gauges his own eyes out and becomes really blind after discovering who he really was and what he had done. The truth brought him death.
However in Saul’s case, he absolutely hated Christ followers and focused on imprisoning and killing them, he was blinded spiritually from the truth. The same concept applies here. Saul was in the dark, blinded spiritually. Which eventually lead to true blindness, but unlike Oedipus, the blindness was not a result of the truth but rather one step towards the truth. The truth brought life. It was though that momentary blindness brought him a new life, being physically handicapped made Jesus his new eyes, his new life source. He was never the same after that.
Maybe that’s how it works. Maybe we have to be divinely handicapped for a moment or however long God wants us to be, to find life and never be the same again. Maybe in our own seeing blindness we’re ignorant to the truth and it takes some devastation for us to stumble on life, or rather for us to trip and fall in love with that new life. Maybe that’s God’s way of getting our attention.
While many hope they never have to go through devastation for God to reach them, only he knows the true depth of our hearts and how exactly and creatively reach us. Only Him, it’s beautiful that he knows us so well. But then again, no matter the agony and the pain, I’m sure Saul (eventually Paul) was so thankful for that blindness, because in that blindness was the flawlessly perfect truth. Okay there are too many people waiting in line for the computer printers. I feel bad.

Oh my hands...

Can I dream about moon walking on the edge of the world, and falling in a love bigger than the word, pouring my passion on sewing the earth, one day with him arm in arm we’ll stand, but let’s mend this first, and put ourselves on hold for a minute and change the world for eternity. can we romance in picking up the pieces of broken lives, and be complete when we gaze in orphans eyes, completely broken.

Broken when we look at our hands and find them numb from green presidents, and so callused from pride that bruised hands are as casual as common sense, hardened by constantly taking with selfish precedence. We could wave at that homeless man, darkened eyes face in his hands, smile and say i prayed for you again, the rolled down window welcomes the breeze, and rustles some plastic bags with groceries. your hands forgot to release..

One day if God allows there to be, can your heart cry while your eyes see, the invisible yet blatant reality of the love that whispers in our pleasured disease, the love that moves yet makes you still, like a heavenly teapot poured and made a spill, and stained the whole world in red, that even callused chaffed hands are crimson instead.