When was the last time you looked into the eyes of a hungry 12-year-old boy? Hungry like i haven’t eaten a decent meal in days... Not the “I’m hungry” that kids cry when they see golden arches.
The hungry eyes i speak of took long stares at the piece of bread in my hand:
Eyes that spoke in a language needing no translating, Eyes that stored away tears in order to survive the street’s demand, Eyes that examined the depths of my heart and found me wanting what he, the 12-year-old boy, had: EYES that SEE.
What did i have? Eyes that WANT. i think it’s safe to say that my eyes have spent more time WANTING things rather than SEEING. So i died! And in that wonderful death i found VISION, an ability to CAPTURE the ESSENCE, to enVISION!
Helen Keller put it this way:
“It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.”
i’ve had quite a few EYE opening moments. Moments when, but for a nano second, i was able to feel the pain of another. Just maybe any more time would render me too useless or too weak to RESPOND, too lost to LEAD, too depressed to HOPE...
In April of 2011 i had an encounter with one of these moments. A moment named ANGELS. 12-year-old Indian boys living in Nepal's extreme poverty. ANGELS who knew enough English and inherited enough smiles and friends with similar stories to turn my world around for-a-month, forever!
Almost 2 yrs. have passed, but in just a few weeks these moments will have a reunion of sorts...Quite frankly i don’t know where all this will lead, but one thing i do know is this: i refuse to pretend that i’ll find out with EYES CLOSED, with HANDS “TIED-UP,” with EARS DEAF and with VOICE MUTE!
Ears that hear and eyes that see --we get our BASIC equipment from God! Proverbs 20:12 MSG