New Eyes

It's funny how it seems like when I lose mobility--whether legs or car-wheels--God somehow turns my prison into an expanding universe.  Not right away, of course.  I have to go through my meltdowns, and "why me's," and finally giving up in defeat.  But then it's quiet, and He finds me there, and begins His work.

I've been thinking about Jesus.  It seems that no matter how down I get, how frustrated I might be, how many questions I might have about the way things are, each time I come back to seeing Jesus. He uses hundreds of ways to make sure I do, but it works. And each time I see something new, something even more beautiful than before.  Each time I realize it is never my own innate goodness or personality or "holy lineage" that brings me back.  I could fall off the path as easy as anybody else.  But it's Jesus and the new eyes He gives me to see His love, and the new desire He gives to run after Him that keeps me going.

I love this photo article (I don't know what you're supposed to call those things) where every-day things are ultra-zoomed-in and photographed.  My favorite is the first one: a banana.  It looks like a an awesome mix between a cathedral and a shower.

I can't convince anybody to be a Christian.  I'm not good at debating Scripture or theological points or Creationism.  But I can say this: if you look at Jesus--read about His life, and are brave enough to ask for an open heart, you will find Him.  And when you do, you might be surprised that He looks different from what you were expecting.  Mostly, a whole lot more awesome.