blind.

Tommy has a vertical scar on his forehead that's about 3/4 of an inch long. It kind of hides in his hairline, and it's pretty faint, so most people don't even know it's there. When he wears his glasses, I call him my Harry Potter.

He got the scar in 2nd grade.... well, he thinks it was second grade. His brain was jumbled a little on that day. His teacher wanted to teach them a lesson about being blind. Half of the class was blindfolded, and paired up with the other kids who would lead them by hand. Tommy became one of the "blind" children and up and back down the hill of their school they went. This school was build with outdoor walkways, complete with metal beams holding a nice concrete cover over each. Somehow, Tommy and his leader were separated. And Tommy ran straight into one of those beams with his forehead. Hearing "your head is bleeding" he pulled down his blindfold, which was acting as a dam to the flood of blood, and that's when they realized it was a serious cut. The best part: Tommy was rushed into the school office, and the problem child who was there to be punished shouted "I can see your brain!"

What does "trust" mean? When I typed it into my frequently used Google search box, I got back "reliance" and "hope" and "confidence". Tommy was putting complete confidence in his classmate, which is natural for a child to do. Who do you put your complete confidence in? 

Have you ever thought about how pitiful we as humans are? We marvel at our great strides in science, the tremendous cities and wonders our tools have built. But think about the time, energy, and numbers of people it took to create. How humbling that we make these things so slowly and pitifully- compared to the Creator!

We forget where our keys are, can't remember what we said and thought yesterday, much less any number of years ago. We can't create without tools and materials. We can't control our own tongues or thoughts. We only know what we learn- we are born completely helpless. Our own feelings and senses trick us.

And at the same time we almost always completely trust ourselves and then other human beings. We trust in our own puny understanding, trust in our power and strength, trust in our bodies of dust. We are naturally born blind to our own feebleness.

We are blind to the miracles that occur every moment.
We are blind to His love.
We are blind to our own lowly state.

Pslam 146:3-8
Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.
When his breath departs, he returns to the earth; on that very day his plans perish.
Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the LORD his God,
who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them,
who keeps faith forever; who executes justice for the oppressed,
who gives food to the hungry.

  The LORD sets the prisoners free,
the LORD opens the eyes of the blind.

When we come to know Him, he takes that blindfold off.

We, though, have been injured from our own blindness. We carry the scars of our past failures and the evilness in our hearts.

I hope I do not forget my scars. I hope they are as plain as Tommy's- front and center every time I look in the mirror. I need to know my lowliness and frailties so that I don't forget how Great and Loving my Father is! I will not feel the guilt that Satan will throw in my face because Christ has opened my eyes to Who He IS.