“…Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are already white to harvest.” John 4:35b (KJV)

“He said to them, ‘the harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.” Luke 10:2 (NRSVue)

It’s cotton picking season in the SC farm regions. Being from Pennsylvania, the first time I saw cotton fields ripening to be harvested, was a sight to behold. There is nothing quite like the contrast of the cotton bolls still on the brown stalks against the backdrop of a Carolina blue sky. I am still enthralled by the sight. However, I also have some mixed feelings because I know that this crop in particular was labor intensive in times past. Now there are all types of machines to pick and bale the cotton for market. I am cognizant of the fact that not that long ago, the process was much different. My husband, as a young child was taken to the fields to pick cotton along with his siblings and led by his mother. I have heard many a story about how hard it was, how they would hope the dew was still on the cotton when they picked it so as to get more weight in their bags and how one sibling was able to pick more cotton in a day than any of them. Mixed with the stories of the labor involved, are fond memories of family together and Mama making a meal in the field with a fire, a pot of rice and cans of pork and beans. The even harder truth is that, cotton has significant ties to slave labor in the South and its abuses. So while I can see the beauty of the field itself, I must remember that for some, it may not be so beautiful. After the mid 1950’s and 60’s the feasibility of manual labor for cotton was depleting and farmers had to invest in the machinery we see today. Still when I see the cotton fields of October and November as I drive down country roads I am reminded of the Bible texts above.

In the first one from John, the Samaritan woman just had an encounter with Jesus at the well in the middle of the day. She went back to town to tell about how she met “a man who told me everything I have ever done.”(John 4:29). The townspeople came out to meet Jesus to see whether or not she had met the Messiah. At that point, when Jesus saw the crowds, he told the Disciples that the fields were ripe for harvesting. In other words, He was letting them know that many are eager for a savior. It was their job to bring them in even though they did not plant the crop. In the second text, Jesus was sending out seventy-two followers to spread the Gospel. He sent them with a similar message. There is a harvest of people ready to receive Jesus, more than they could handle all by themselves. They were told to pray that God would send them helpers to gather in the lost. I find the same to be true even today. In a broken world, people are still looking for existential answers for their lives. People are trying to make sense of the madness, looking for purpose and find hope for their future.

I can easily put myself in the scene as Jesus spoke to the Disciples about the fields being ripe for harvest as the Samaritans came to see Jesus and feel how overwhelming it must have been to hear Jesus tell them to reap a harvest. I can equally imagine the same sense of being overwhelmed when Jesus said that the laborers are few but the harvest was plentiful. As a pastor, teacher, minister of the Gospel, it is easy to fall into the trap that it’s my duty alone to reap the harvest. FALSE! Or that it’s my duty alone to inspire a congregation to go reap the harvest. FALSE! That is a quick path to burnout. While I can see that there is a harvest to gather in, the texts remind me that as one of the called, I have to rely on God to provide the help that is needed. That means a life of prayer, of witnessing, of serving others, of living as much of a Christ-like life I possibly can, which is the labor that gets us to the point of harvest just like the farmers have work to do that gets to their harvest season. The difference between farmers and Christians is that harvest season is not limited to one time a year but it is on-going. That in itself can seem a bit overwhelming. The key is to remember that we cannot do it all alone or by ourselves. We have God to help us, to lead us and show us where to go and what to do. Furthermore, we are told to ask God to send help. As a pastor, teacher, minister of the Gospel, it reminds me to ask God for the help I need.

The process of getting to the cotton fields full of white bolls is long and tedious. There is the tilling, the planting, the fertilizing and spreading pesticides, the watering, the waiting and hoping that the weather will be just right, and then the blooms and then the ripened pods. The process of spiritual harvesting takes time also. We cannot plant seeds of faith today and expect a crop tomorrow. Indeed, we may plant and not see the harvest for ourselves but we place our trust in God to allow our seeds to grow into a harvest at some point (1 Cor. 3:6-7). These cotton fields are a friendly reminder to me from God to keep tending the fields He has given to me to till, plant, water and reap.

“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.” Is. 40:31

Since I last wrote, I have been recovering from a round of bursitis and tendinitis in my hip. That meant weeks of physical therapy which did not help, then MRI’s, then appointments with two specialists and finally an injection in my hip. The problem really began in January and it was not until a few weeks ago that I was really feeling like I would get back to some sort of normalcy. Then I was informed I needed an infusion for osteoporosis and since then, my knee has been acting up. Months ago, I took my issues to the Lord in prayer. I felt the Spirit say I would walk (for exercise) again, maybe not at the same pace, but I would be able to regain some of my strength. It wasn’t that I couldn’t walk at all, just not the loops I took for exercise. The last time I walked for exercise, I limped home with a bad hip. I started back doing one of the most harmless exercises I can do, swim. I was feeling real good about that. I felt like I had a promise I could stand on.

Since I last wrote, a darling little baby came into my life. She was a frail and frightened kitten hiding in my son’s car engine after a 30 mile ride from a local airport. She was hungry and we could feel almost every bone in her body. She quickly became a part of the household. Also since I last wrote, we have had some travels, church conferences, appointments and family coming and going. In the modern vernacular, “life be lifing”. Over the weekend, I was sharing with my brother the things she has been doing as she grows. Later that same day, she had draped herself across my chest for a nap and when she woke up, she hopped down from her perch. I put my attention to some matter of life that needed my attention, and I wondered where she was. I turned around and there she was standing on top of my Bible. I jokingly said to her, “So now you’re standing on the promises of God?”

Fast forward to today, my husband was randomly singing the hymn, “Standing On the Promises of God”. I am sure there was a reason for it, but it made me think about the picture I had snapped of our little darling from over the weekend. Also, during this conversation, we were talking about how I was scheduled to go to yet another doctor’s appointment, this time for my knee and my frustration that it seems like over the past several years, I’ve been dealing with one joint issue after another, none of them horrible by themselves, but certainly inconvenient and nagging. In the back of my head, my mind ran back to the moment that I felt the Spirit promised me I would walk again and just how far away I feel from that promise. Did I misunderstand? Did I read more into what the Spirit was speaking than was actually being said? Was it even a promise? Almost immediately, the scripture above popped into my head.

Also since I last wrote, I did a Bible Study on “The Promises of God”. As part of that study, there was a place where the authors had curated a list of God’s promises versus sayings we say and tag them as God’s promises. There is a difference. And it is not that God does not give us promises individually, the majority of them are meant to be broader in spectrum. So I can attach a healing prayer to God’s promises of healing, but I also have to understand that everything happens in His time and in His will and that sometimes, like Paul, the healing may not come because the greater promise is that His grace is sufficient for us so as to make God’s strength perfect in our weaknesses or infirmities (2 Cor. 12:9). Therefore, as I prepare myself for another doctor’s appointment, I am reminded of the greater promise given in Isaiah 40:31. That promise is for strength to walk out my faith daily, even when I cannot literally walk without some sort of impediment right now. Here, the promise to walk is tied to those who will wait on the Lord. I am still believing that at some point in my future, I will be able to walk around the neighborhood again, probably at a different pace. And given today’s experience, I am now hinging what the Spirit spoke to my heart on to Isaiah 40:31, and I will wait on the Lord for His timing, His will. And if that will includes relying on God’s grace, then indeed I will be walking by faith all the more.

“Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.” (Psalm 27:14)

I have been a bit out of pocket lately. The truth is I have been going from appointment to appointment and in between handling a lot of ministry things. I’ve been doing this with a pain in my hip that makes it difficult to walk at times. Even now, I am being told to trust the process. The process has involved a doctor’s visit, medications, physical therapy, a return visit and now I am waiting for an MRI and follow-up referral visits. It’s frustrating and at times it seems like no one is listening and at other times like everyone is listening but giving me a wide variety of possibilities for a diagnosis. All the while, I am limping along, trying my best to put my best foot forward (literally). So when my doctor said, “It’s a process and the process takes time”, I was reminded that the Spirit had spoken the same thing to me from the outset.

I was walking through my house one day, looked up and saw the antique clock on the shelf. It was part of my dad’s collection and one that he had intended to repair but never got around to before he passed away. It reminded me that sometimes the process feels like time is standing still. The clock also reminded me that though it is old, with the right parts and the right person working on it, it can work again. This body has some age and mileage on it; it’s just taking time to find the right parts and the right person to get her back up and running again.

Waiting on the Lord, can feel like time is standing still. Waiting on the Lord can feel like things aren’t happening or working. Those are just feelings. The reality is that sometimes waiting on the Lord is just what I need to be strengthened, to be restored, repurposed, repositioned, or renewed to complete His will for my life. I am believing that if I trust the process, I will come out on the other side better in some way. It may not be that I will have a stronger body, but I will have a stronger faith and/or a closer relationship with Him.

The clock may not get repaired, but I treasure it so I take care of it. I dust it regularly, I am careful in handling it, I keep it out of the way so that it doesn’t get knocked over. My next appointments are in a few weeks. Until then, I will continue to take care of this body the best that I can. I will make sure that it doesn’t get knocked around too much and let it rest. I have decided to trust the process, even if it feels like time is standing still.

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed, perplexed, but not driven to despair, persecuted but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;” (2 Cor. 4:7-9 ESV)

I took a drive through the country the other day. I had a lot of things pressing on my mind and spirit. My brain was grasping at straws for a resolution to a problem I had not fully gathered all the facts for. I was jumping from one issue to the next and winding my stomach into a knot. The Spirit led me to take a drive, to focus on God’s creation and worship Him, to focus on Him and not the problem. I chose a road I was familiar with but had not driven in quite some time. As I turned onto the road, I realized that this was one of the areas on our county that had suffered a rash of wild fires in a short period of time. What met my eyes at first was the stark black and charred earth, trees and brush against the backdrop of a perfect spring-like blue sky. I kept driving, paying attention to just how big the fire had been. The more I drove, the more I noticed that even though the fire was fairly recent, small sprigs of greenery were already making their way through the charred ground and ash. I’ve seen this before, but on this particular day, it was important to see it once again.

Ministry can be hard sometimes. Often harder than we even expect it to be. The text above is one of my go-to verses when I am remembering to keep myself humble and not get too big on myself. But as I reflect on how I came to the place of viewing this burned out forest on a day when I was feeling all the feelings about my effectiveness and competency, the word resilient came to mind. Not sure where the word search would take me, but I landed once again on this go-to verse. This time, I am moving past the clay jars into what Paul is saying about some of the difficulties of ministry. I’ve read it many times, but on this particular day and in this particular moment it resonates with me. Even though I am looking at it through pastoral eyes, I also see that it applies to any Christian who is taking their faith seriously and actively working and seeking ways to expand the kingdom of God.

The wildfire, destroyed hundreds of acres. Or so it seems. It is true, that some of the trees will never rebound. They will not sprout new roots, their seeds won’t propagate. They will become rubbish that may fuel the next inevitable wildfire. The forest will look pretty bare for a year or two, but those small sprigs of green will flourish. Grass and ferns will fill the ground again, trees will begin to re-leaf and new ones will grow. Eventually, one will hardly be able to tell that a fire swept through this part of the woods.

Our Christian journey sometimes will take us through moments that feel like utter destruction and if not that a pretty good scarring from being burned about something we did or didn’t do. Paul is letting us know that this is inevitable. The question becomes how will we react? Will we give up and die, burned to the point that we no longer will trust and believe in God? Or will we be like those small sprigs of greenery, hoping against hope that God will restore us? I believe it is one of the markers of our faith to see how we will handle the stress of a test. We want to believe that we will pass the test when it comes our way but the reality is we really won’t know until we get there.

The reality is that I have faced harder situations, been knocked down by false statements, placed my trust in some who betrayed me, and deal head on with conflicts that I would have rather not dealt with. I have had moments of being overwhelmed with grief, hot with anger and utterly confused. When I compare the current concern against some of those in the past, this really is not as hard or difficult as I am making it out to be.

I believe, now, that the Spirit led me on this drive through the country to this particular road, to remind me that there is hope. Just as he has sprouted greenery from the ashes in this woods, he has sprouted greenery in every moment in the past when I thought I was completely finished. Even though I am still feeling the anxiety of the moment, I am reminded that there is hope again. This lifting from the ashes is not for my sake but it is for me to continue to fulfill the calling on my life — “so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies”(2 Cor. 4:10). And so it is for all believers who desire to do God’s will and face the various challenges of life. We are resilient!

“be careful that you do not forget the Lord who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery..” Deut. 6:12 (NASB)

“Do not call to mind the former things, Or consider things of the past. Behold, I am going to do something new,” Is. 43:18-19a (NASB)

“Brothers and sisters, I do not regard myself as having taken hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” Phil. 3:13-14 (NASB)

January brings on the sense of renewal. It is the time of year that we are looking at our lives, figuring out how to improve them, to start new habits and perhaps drops some old ones. It is also a time when we re-set our focus on life goals and build a determination to re-set our lives in general. We may be trying to re-boot from bad experiences, trials and tribulations, health issues, financial troubles, any variety of things. The Isaiah and the Philippians scriptures above are often repeated during this New Year frenzy as words of inspiration and hope for what the future may hold for us. I have used them for myself more than once.

But one morning, I was making the bed and I remembered that the new year began with a concern for the residents of Los Angeles, my granddaughter included, who were and are still in fear of their safety because of the massive wild fires out there. Almost instantly, the thought came to me how easily we put things into the rear view mirror of our memory banks and move on to the next big thing. It seemed that the news cycle was on top of this story and then all the sudden, it was taken over by politics, shootings etc. Now it falls somewhere down on number 3 – 5 in the list of headlines to be covered. It made me pause and wonder what and when do we need to put in the rear view mirrors of our lives. I was reminded of both the Deuteronomy text and the Isaiah and Philippian texts almost simultaneously.

The purpose of a rear view mirror is to help a driver be aware of any dangers that may be coming our way from behind us because while we are driving it is unsafe for us to completely turn around and look at what is happening in the road. It also helps us to determine if a lane shift is advisable or not. In other words, the rear view mirror is a practical aid to our driving and should never be completely ignored. It also helps us to see what we have already passed and over time, the miles begin to melt away as we move forward on our journey. On a long trip, the rear view mirror is the friendly reminder that it’s not as long as it has been. However, if all our attention is on the rear view mirror we will be completely unaware of the changes and dangers in the road ahead of us. I can remember in my driver’s education classes and even when my Dad took me out for driving lessons, that I was always told to keep shifting my vision from the rear view and side view mirrors to the road ahead and be alert for things popping up in my peripheral vision as well, so that I could be fully aware and engaged in my driving.

Some might look at the texts above and say that God is contradicting Himself. I think God is telling us how to drive through this life. Certain things we must always be aware of and remember; His Word, His promises, His commands like the way I was told to shift my vision constantly to take in the whole scope of my driving route. Other things are not meant to be dwelled upon. The sins forgiven comes to the forefront of my mind. How often do we keep dwelling on what we did in our former days that God has since forgiven? It is not a longing to return, but it is the bemoaning and blame gaming we do that prevents us from moving forward in the victory God has given us. This was Isaiah and Paul’s statement to their audiences. In effect, they are saying we can’t change the past but we trust that God has resolved it in our confession and faith in salvation so that we no longer entangle ourselves or prevent ourselves from living in the fullness and blessings God has given us in restoring our souls. Yet there is the delicate balance of remembering the lessons learned and so we should keep checking our proverbial rear view mirrors to make sure that we are not letting something creep up on us unaware. I believe that is what we see in the Deuteronomy text. That is the delicate balance I am speaking about; we should never forget where God brought us from but we can’t dwell in the past if we plan to reach our final destination, our eternal home.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5 ESV

Fall is slowly coming in SC. I was out walking one morning and saw this holly bush heavy burdened with berries. In a couple of months they will be the familiar red berries everyone sees at Christmas time. It reminded me of myself to some degree.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like God is moving me from one season of my life to another, especially in the realm of ministry. The Spirit has had me observing the subtle changes of fall and applying what I observe to how God is working in my life. I am in the place of in-between and waiting as patiently as I know how to step into my next phase, whatever and wherever that leads me.

By almost every spiritual gift analysis I have ever taken, I am a heavily gifted person. I understand that fully and I also know that I have not been fully active in some of those gifts. Perhaps this partly to a lag in faith on my part, but more importantly, I see it as a situation where God has been developing other gifts to build me up to the place where I am fully active in all the gifts (if that makes sense). It is an error I see some take — to see what their gifting is, then declare them and try to engage in all of them without letting God grow us and ripen us for the right season. I have been watching myself ripen in the gifts that I have been engaged in, but there are more that God needs to finish ripening in order for me to be the most effective servant possible.

These green holly berries are truly plentiful but they are not ripe yet. They need to remain on the bush a little longer, receive nutrients from the bush, be bathed in the autumn sunlight and yes, endure a cold snap or two with heavy frost before they will come to be the plump red berries that we like to see decorate our homes with at Christmas. Without going through the natural process of ripening, they will rot or fall off the bush before time. They are in the in-between stages of existing but not yet in season. Jesus gives us a beautiful example of how we are to grow in Christ and in our faith walk. First, we must be attached (salvation), then we have to grow (spiritual formation activities) and then we will bear fruit (discipleship). None of this happens if we don’t take part in a seemingly idle activity – abiding. Abiding simply means to remain. We remain in Christ when we participate in fellowship, pray, worship, meditate and study God’s word. We remain in Christ when we trust Him in the hardest of times and delight in Him in the best of times. It seems like a simple enough task, but the throws of life can make it very difficult. Our own doubts, fears and faltering faith make it very difficult. But the promise here is that if we remain in Christ, we will bring forth an abundance of fruit that will cause others to turn to Christ. The caveat is in the last part of the verse. When we don’t abide in Him, nothing of any spiritual good will come from us. We will be like berries that rot on the branch or fall to the ground. It seems like such a waste of energy to let that happen. And when I consider my personal spiritual growth, the place where I am now of in-between, I will continue to wait patiently for the changes that are coming because I want to be fully ripened to do all that He has for me to do.

“Now we have this treasure in clay jars, so that this extraordinary power may be from God and not from us.” 2 Cor. 4:7

Ever since I was a child I collected “treasures”. My treasures were never gold, silver or jewels but natural objects that caught my attention as I wandered through woods, streams and anywhere I went. I have always been fascinated with rocks and shells. But I will collect feathers and leaves and sticks as well. To the ordinary eye they may look rather ordinary, but in my eyes they are wonderful moments of awe at God’s creation. The collecting has not really stopped, just scaled back in adult life. Now I keep a tray on my art table of these treasures. They are reminders of moments in time, paths I have walked or the sheer wonder of God’s creation. My daughter came by one day and noticed my little treasure box and she was thrilled to see it and to know that she was not alone in her treasure hunting either.

When I pick up these various items and examine them, they often have rough exteriors and imperfections but there is a unique quality in each of them that caused me to take notice of them in the first place. Jesus would use finding treasures as a parabolic teaching to understand how precious God’s word is to us (Matt. 13:45-46;Luke 15:8-10). But He would also warn us to not store up treasures on earth and miss the treasure of heaven (Matt. 6:19-21) and to be mindful that out of the treasures of our heart our mouths will speak (Matt. 12:33-37). But one of my favorite texts about treasures comes from 2 Corinthians where Paul is explaining who he is in ministry and really who all of us are in God’s sight if we are choosing to live for Him.

The treasure is Christ living on the inside through the Holy Spirit. God saw fit to hide this treasure in meek and simple vessels like our weak and worn bodies. The purpose is not to hide it from the world for fear of it being stolen. No, the purpose is to cause those who will search beneath the surface of our circumstances, weaknesses, confusion and despair to see the real sustaining power of Christ at work in us and through us. This power will cause us to smile at those who persecute, press forward when pushed backwards, and get up when we receive life threatening blows. Most jewels are hidden in dingy rocks, gold has to be mined and silver has to be refined. So those who have Jesus living on the inside are precious jewels and metals in God’s sight, we just happened to be dressed in earthly bodies that are prone to wear and tear, imperfect shapes and sizes. We are the vessels of God’s heavenly treasure waiting to be unearthed to show forth His love and power to any and all who will look and see.

The Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron, saying, “The Israelites shall camp each in their respective regiments, under ensigns by their ancestral houses” Numbers 2:1-2a NRSVue

My Dad died nearly eight years ago and left behind a mountain of pictures, family letters, documents and memorabilia, that when it came time to divide up the estate, landed in my hands to take care of. It sat in boxes in my garage for several years before I divided the items up and put them in proper storage crates. Then one day my daughter came by and began to ask questions about my grandmothers and their personalities. My maternal grandmother was fairly easy to determine since I spent a good bit of time with her in my childhood, but my paternal grandmother was more of an enigma, since there were clear issues between my parents and her. This prompted me to open up the storage boxes and begin to read some old letters that revealed secrets and things I never knew about my parents and my grandmother. I began to see her in a new light that I really could rally around and champion her position in the family like never before. After spending hours reading and organizing these letters, I realized that there was a whole ancestral tree I never knew and the best way to get to know it was to tackle those mounds of pictures and documents I set aside years ago. The other thing I realized was that ancestry is to be shared. So it has now become a project of not just sorting and organizing, but figuring out which of the various family members will benefit from receiving some of these items.

Numbers is one of those books in the Bible that quite frankly, we choose not to read or skim over it quickly. All the names, lists of numbers etc. are not the exciting stories we look to for a source of spiritual inspiration. We might read some of the follow-up accounts of the activities of the Israelites in their wandering like the spies scouting the Promised Land or the revolt of Korah, but for the most part, we ignore this book. I felt this way about Numbers for a long time, until I received it as part of Bible Study subscription service and was reminded that even though the names many not mean anything to me, nor the numbers have any great impact on me, the long lists inform me that there were real people struggling to make it to the Promised Land and God saw fit to include their names in the book. Isn’t that sort of our reality also?

Most of us are just going through our days, and if we are Christians, we are striving to live to make heaven our home one day. We most likely will never see our names in lights or on TV for the great ministries we do in our common lives, but God sees us and God has us written down in His eternal book (Rev. 20:11-15). Furthermore, according to Revelation, the day will come that everyone’s name will be reviewed in the book of life and the book of deeds and our eternal destination will be determined by what is written there. Many will rely on the faith of their ancestors to get them to heaven and some will follow their ancestry straight to hell. That is what is clear to me when I read the Bible.

However, as I have been digging through the mountain of things from my father’s family, I am discovering that my ancestry has helped to shape me. I am finding a strong spiritual connection in my ancestors that helps me better understand the Christian background that I come from, even if it was hidden for years. Christian; this is what I view as my ancestral ensign or banner, not one of names but of faith. I cannot rely on that ancestry for my own salvation and eternity, I have to have my own path for that. I can also see now that what God instructed Moses to do, was not so much for Moses’ benefit but for us to see that God is involved in even the most minute details of our lives and that everyone is important to God. And my going through the mountain of papers and pictures and memorabilia is not so much for my benefit but for the generations to come. This is why I have put myself to the task of sorting, organizing and sharing what I find.

“And he took the blind man by the hand and led him out of the village, and when he had spit on his eyes and laid his hands on him, he asked him, “Do you see anything?” And he looked up and said, “I see people, but they look like trees, walking.”Then Jesus laid his hands on his eyes again; and he opened his eyes, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.” Mark 8:23-25 (ESV)

I jumped back into the pool again to get my laps in for the day. As I was swimming along, I realized that the bottom of the pool was so much clearer to see than when I swam in it a couple of years ago. I also noticed that even through the fog of my goggles, I could see the clock on the wall even better than the last time I remembered swimming. Then it hit me, I had not been swimming in this particular pool since before I had cataract surgery almost two years ago. After that surgery, I put down my glasses for near-sightedness and began only using reading glasses. It took some time for everyone to adjust to seeing me without glasses and it took some time for me to adjust to it as well. In the moment when I realized I could see clearly in the pool, I was reminded of the narrative in Mark above.

Jesus had the ability to heal the sick and give sight to the blind in any way that he wanted to. In another incident, he told a blind man to wash his eyes in the Pool of Siloam (John 9:7). But here, Jesus decided to use his own spit. The surprising part of this text is that it would appear to not have worked on the first try. I don’t think that is the case. With the narrative in John, the name of the pool meant “sent” and the man went and came back seeing. But here the man has a gradual return of his sight. At first, everything was blurry and then he could see clearly. What I think Jesus is showing us is that sometimes, and maybe depending on our level of faith, God has to gradually move us to the place he needs us to be. He meets us where we are on this journey called faith. Either way, the end result was a clearer vision physically and also a clear vision spiritually. Whether we are the type of person who believes on the word go or whether we are someone who needs to gradually believe, this shows me the patience, love and grace of God at work in bringing us into a full and clear vision of who God is. It also teaches me, that I should exhibit the same patience, love and grace with my fellow mankind.

Physically, the cataract surgery was one eye at a time. That meant the first eye was seeing a day after the surgery but I had to wait a full week before the other eye could be worked on. In between, the world through my eyes was a bit out of focus and I was a bit out of balance. But after the second surgery, I was stunned by just how clear everything looked. I had almost forgotten the transformation, until I got back in the pool to swim. As I contemplated that while swimming, I thought about how, lately, my life journey has opened my eyes to certain characteristics I have and experiences that shaped my life and it has given me a renewed clarity for purpose and direction in my life. I can see clearly now that God has been at work in my life through it all with patience, love and grace. I can see clearly now.