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"I just can't see"

This past Sunday, a friend told me that she'd been having problems with her new glasses. She couldn't see: they were giving her headaches, she got dizzy wearing them, she felt disoriented when she took them off. They weren't a high prescription: the glasses were a slight adjustment for distance sight and bifocals on the bottom.

She went back to the place she bought them twice, thinking they needed adjustment. She was told she just needed to get used to them; there was nothing wrong with the glasses or the fit. Still, the problems persisted.

Finally, she decided to visit an eye specialist. She told him how terrible she felt wearing the glasses, about the headaches. She told him, "I just can't see."

The doctor looked at the glasses briefly, and said, "I can help you." What great relief! She asked what needed to be done. The doctor told her, "The lenses are in upside down. I just need to put them in properly."

It's a funny story, but it applies to our faith lives, I believe. How often do we struggle with something, telling ourselves we have to endure, gut it out, get used to it...only to find out that what we really need to do is make a slight adjustment in what we're doing?

For instance, many people love Gregorian chant. They play it all day if they can, allowing the music and words to seep into their bones and their soul. It truly lifts them to God. And of course, many of these people tell you, "You HAVE to listen to this! It's so beautiful! How can you not see the value of this?!"

I like Gregorian chant. I appreciate it. But if I had to listen to it all day, I'd be like my friend with the upside-down lenses: I'd be disoriented. It doesn't fulfill me in the same way that it does others.

Now, contemporary Christian music: that lifts me up. It helps me focus on God, on my relationship with Him, on my attitude for the day. It a slight adjustment: one type of music vs. another, but that adjustment makes things clear for me.

Don't walk around with your lenses in upside-down. To see God clearly, we have to be able to focus on Him, and we can't do that if our vision is obscured.


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