When my glasses become smudged, I’m forced to read words through a haze. Many times I’ve taken them off my nose and used my shirt to wipe away the haze; however, it only creates a greater murkiness in which to navigate the letters upon the page. This is frustrating. Why doesn’t the shirt work? Shirts are readily accessible…we wear them, for goodness sake!
Ah…but alas, it never fails, I sit down to “put words to page”-(ancient Greek for keyboard typing)- only to realize my glasses are dirty. I usually have lens wipes close at hand for such occasions; however sometimes, I reach for one and it’s not there. Then I remember, I used the last one at the previous sitting. I had intended to replenish the stack but of course I forgot.
This conundrum creates a dilemma. Do I get up and get a lens wipe or do I attempt to create my story peering through dirty glasses? I usually try to do the latter, because the creative juices are flowing, and as a writer, I want to “get it while the getting’s good.” (okay…confession…laziness may play a small part) Inevitably, I always get up and get the damn lens wipe, as I hate looking through dirty glasses.
I thought about this scenario, as I read Psalms 18:1, “I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.”
In the midst of living life, it’s so easy to forget the source of our strength. I don’t think that a sin, I just think it’s human nature. Whenever this happens, we focus on the problem and then laboriously we try to solve the riddle. The problem then grows, our strength falters and we are forced to acknowledge our weakness.
This can be a good thing, if it causes us to redirect our focus to Jesus. Doing this will not make the problem go away, but it assures us we are not alone. It assures us we are connected to a God who loves us, a God who is ever-present, a God who is working on our behalf and a God who is in control. Dirty lenses can make us aware of our need for God.
To see clearly, our glasses need to be cleaned and cleaned often.
So get up and get the lens wipe.
Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.
The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.