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faith-full eyes

faith is a passionate intuition -william wordsworth  

as a child i was a master lego-builder. this was back in the day when one could take pride in constructing a lego masterpiece, before all of this "put these three pieces together and you have the entire star wars trilogy." no, sirree, this was manual labour. as the foreman of my building project, i grew very attuned to my materials. i would train my eyes to only see the colour i was looking for, whatever the colour may be. sure, it would still take me a while to find the piece i was looking for, but when it was in my field of vision it would jump out at me because of my expectation of it.

to the pure, all things are pure -titus 1.15. 


if you truly desire to see God’s beautiful tapestry being woven in your life, then see it. it is there. we’re not talking about believing in aliens here. the reason we are able to have faith is because, consciously or unconsciously, we have encountered the substantiation of God’s goodness in our lives.

faith is the reality within our soul of what is hoped for. it is the proof of what we cannot see with our eyes (heb 11.1). Jesus often repeated the bizarre saying, “he who has ears, let him hear.” i’m sure he wasn’t talking to multitudes of van goghs or evander hollyfields. they had ears, and those ears were built for hearing what he was saying to them.

human capabilities haven’t changed that much in two millennia. in the same way, we have eyes, and these eyes are created to see where he is working in our lives: today, in this very moment. sometimes i need to stop and ask myself; are my eyes tuned to see the brilliant colours of his tapestry, or are they captivated by the fleeting shadows of this world? seek and you will find (matt 7.7).

it worked with lego, and it works with faith.

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