Never Lose Sight of Who He Is

Being able to see is one of the most crucial of all the senses.  I can only imagine how difficult life would be without vision.  Everything around us depends, in many ways, on our ability to see.

I once closed my eyes and tried to navigate my house without sight, and it shook my sense of control.  In that small moment, I felt a glimpse of what it might be like to live without vision.  It stirred anxiety, but also deep empathy for those who are blind.  When I opened my eyes again, I had a renewed appreciation for the gift of sight.

Thinking about eyesight leads me to something even greater—the spiritual awakening I experienced the night God saved my soul.  Before that moment, I was blind, struggling to find my way.  But when my eyes were opened, everything changed.  Prior to meeting Christ, I had never known the kind of peace and joy that filled me once my spiritual sight was restored.

I was transformed from death to life—from darkness into light.  I could finally see what I had been missing before Jesus entered my soul.  An overwhelming awareness of His presence filled me after God forgave my sins.  It’s what Scripture calls being “born again.”  I literally felt the burden of sin lift from my shoulders.  I took a deep breath and said out loud, “I can breathe.”  In that moment, I experienced the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.

It was as if scales had been removed from my eyes.  When I turned my eyes upon Jesus and looked fully into His face, everything began to change.  Worldly distractions lost their hold, and the things of earth grew strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace. 

The transformation wasn’t only internal—my friends noticed it too.  The very next day, they saw a difference in my countenance.  I couldn’t stop smiling as I shared what had happened the night before.

This experience of the new birth is something I will never forget.  I will never lose sight of who Jesus is or what He has done for me.  Even now, I can close my eyes and return to that moment.  It’s like a mental image, an anchor that keeps me grounded.  I see Jesus on the cross, suffering because of my sins.  That image reminds me of His love—the love that led Him to endure torture and crucifixion for me and for all humanity.

I will never lose sight of who He is.  I will always remember the sacrifice made to buy my pardon.

Written by,

Papa Boyd