It’s Monday morning, and as so often happens, I tend to forget who I am, Who has named me, where Home is, how to get there.
I only see the list. The tasks, the calendar, the obstacle course ahead.
I get lost.
And then, comes the whisper…
“Lift up your eyes! You are… a pilgrim traveling to the celestial city.
I read some years ago of a young man who found a five-dollar on the street and who “from that time on never lifted his eyes when walking. In the course of years he accumulated 29, 516 buttons, 54, 172 pins, 12 cents, a bent back, and a miserly disposition.”
But think what he lost. He couldn’t see the radiance of the sunlight, and sheen of the stars, the smile on the faces of his friends, of the blossoms of the springtime, for his eyes were in the gutter.
There are too many Christians like that. We have important duties on earth, but we must never allow them to preoccupy us in such a way that we forget who we are or where we are going.”
It’s Monday morning and, yes, pressing duties this week. But why live with bent back? Eyes fixed on the gutter?
Can I walk out into the week with eyes not down, but lifted up?
And so find the Way. To who I am, and where I am going, and the wonder of who He is.
The way ahead is too important to forget.
Lord, remind me often today, this week: eyes up, eyes up.
“I will lift up my eyes to the hills— From whence comes my help?”
