Across the street from the house where I grew up there is a horse farm, and directly across the street from the driveway is a grove of trees. Every day for years and years I stood in the driveway waiting for the bus and looked over at those trees, and the horses that meandered in and out between them. I spent many, many hours looking at those trees. I remember distinctly the day I saw individual leaves.
Previous to that point I did not know what I was missing. I was used to seeing a mass of green with no distinction, and the appearance of individual sharp edges was a revelation to my 4th grade mind. Even today I sometimes marvel at leaves, at such a mass of color made up of thousands of individual little parts.
What changed? I got glasses.
It’s funny how two pieces of concave plastic on frames can change a perspective. Suddenly objects lacking distinction come into focus, and items previously unnoticed become significant. It can be almost disturbing to realize how previously skewed our perception of the world was when everything comes clear.
I have realized of late how often I view life though the wrong lens. This time it is not my myopic eyes that are causing the problem, it is my myopic heart. When I value the wrong thing, or let myself become entangled in selfishness and pride, my perception becomes more and more twisted and I begin to see reality as if in a funhouse mirror.
I think that is scariest danger in sin. Not just the damage it does to others, or the damage it does to ourselves, but the way it skews and twists our view of reality until it becomes virtually unrecognizable, and we are trapped in a false universe of our own making, or the making of those around us whose view is equally distorted. It is much harder to learn to see things clearly than to slide into myopia, and there is only one lens through which we can truly see the real world as it is. It is unfortunate that the church, the intended purveyor of true vision, is often too caught up in its own agenda to help people learn to see – instead, they teach people to trade one pair of cloudy glasses for another.
I pray that just like that day when I saw the leaves for the first time, God would teach me to see with His lens, and that as I see clearly, my wonder would never cease to increase.