Ever since I got my first pair of glasses at age 12, I knew I had been missing way too much. Distinguishing one leaf from another on trees was just the first eye-opener.
From then on, life became one revelation after another. I didn’t want anything to elude me: not the intricacies of the natural world, the subtleties of relationships, the human experience captured in literature, nor the nuances of language. Middle-school students taught me – their teacher – to see. Myriad cultures in Papua New Guinea opened my eyes to a new respect for diversity. Far-sighted companions pointed out the spiritual path to compassionate living.
Later, mid-life studies invited me to probe the underlying movements of the Holy Spirit in dreams and spiritual direction. One insight led to another. Becoming a pastoral presence to adults, especially newcomers to faith and others in transition, allowed me to see God-in-action in sharper focus. Now as a spiritual director and mentor to young adults, I am privileged to witness the Holy One at work (and play) in the lives of seekers of all ages. What a gift and an awesome sight!
And yet here I am still sitting by the Jericho roadside with the blind Bartimaeus, calling out, “I want to see!” The Gracious Mystery among us has so much more to show us all.
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