Otherwise, continue with part 2!
Imagine the added amazement of my folks who, at home after my anointing, marveled when my curiosity peaked at first sight of pictures on the wall and, especially, of the thermostat dial that would have sparked my interest and, for that matter, would have hearkened to the playful desire of any tot who would treat an HVAC central control as a toy.
My parents were not certain of how well I could then see but, undoubtedly, the instant improvement had been drastic. So, they immediately scheduled an appointment for me to again be seen by the same professional who, only several weeks prior, had declared my condition of blindness as permanent.
When I was seen a few days later by my eye doctor, he had not yet been made aware of the gift that I had received. As before, he waved his light pen in front of me; but, this time, I snatched it which, of course, was not a reaction that he had come to expect. Puzzled by my response, he repeated the test; and, once again, I intrigued him by reaching for the pen and, to his amusement, I engaged him in a grab game. He then toggled the small corner light that, previously, I had failed to see illuminate from across the room; but, on this attempt, I slightly turned my head to look and, furthermore, I tried to push the doctor aside as I leaned to see better where the lit bulb was positioned behind and above him. He had seen enough to smile, shake his head, and express with astonishment, “I believe that boy sees!” And after my parents then shared with him that I had recently been anointed, he disclosed his firm belief in a higher power and attributed my remarkable change to healing that only the divine could accomplish.
Upon a closer examination, the doctor observed that my retina had developed more than should have been possible in the state of their deformity and, especially, so many months after my birth. Yet, he advised that, while I would not likely require the services of the blind school, my eyes would still be so poor that I would struggle in the mainstream but that, in so doing without being pampered, I would adapt and endure to achieve some success. He prescribed only my wits and a soft pair of shaded plastic glasses to navigate on my journey and, at that very early age when I was still learning to walk, I certainly put all of my faculties and resources to good use.
“… a miracle occurred – my retinas further developed. Thus, my vision improved; it was enough that I could see some of what I had been missing.”
“I can best describe the scope of my legal blindness as acute near-sightedness accompanied by light sensitivity and involuntary rapid-eye movement; my vision is effectively distorted, as well as limited.”
- The Hope in Personal Apocalypse (THIPA), Chapter 2
I came to rely so much on my glasses that, when I would knock them out of place in collisions with walls or furniture, I would pause to jam them back on my face with the palm of my tiny hand. My thick eyewear augmented my means to independently find my way including where, on my mother’s lap, a universe of books had been revealed for me to explore. But my hearing and “other acuities” were no less honed than while my vision was not in sight.
I would remind everyone that my first love is the music of sound; as soon as I could prop myself against the piano bench, I would stretch to peck a single ivory and would listen until the resonance of, not just the string but, the entire instrument could not be heard over the sound of a pin drop. And my lack of complete vision necessitated that, to enhance my mental conception of tangible dimensions, I learn to compensate with all that I can gather and imagine; my first book, The Hope in Personal Apocalypse (THIPA), includes many examples of how well this ability has equipped me to do as much as ride a bicycle, without lights, at night. I have grown accustomed to focusing my mind’s eye to safely walk among you. But I could not have gracefully lived for so long without the gift of discernment that God has granted me for when all else would fail.
“… I am ever thankful for this gift of sight – partial though it may be.”
“… my eyes are sufficient …”
- THIPA, Chapter 2
As someone who was born and has lived with the challenges that come with forms of blindness, I have been blessed to feel the enlightening touch of God’s unseen hand when He has reached out to direct me. To me, faith is as sight.
I shall evermore be thankful for the hyperacuity of God-given discernment that has often kept me from harm and distress. And I have come to trust that, sometimes, I must take a hit or go through something; when I have later reflected on such painful experiences, there were the eureka moments when I could see how God had worked to strengthen me for my own good and for a higher purpose.
I know, deep in my heart, this truth: I could not have survived without the interventions by God who saved me, nor could I have come this far without His divine guidance that led me through the darkest valleys.
Many people are blind to blessings that are not visually perceivable. Their view is, perhaps, obscured by their dependence on vision.
Let not your heart be blinded to the often-overlooked blessings of hope and insight that God has bestowed to the innocent and has extended to lost souls who had sought to see His face.
“My son, let them not vanish from your sight; keep sound wisdom and discretion, so they will be life to your soul and adornment to your neck. Then you will walk in your way securely and your foot will not stumble. When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.” (Proverbs 3:21-24 NASB)
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