Friday, November 20, 2009

Running blind

When my youngest son was in grammar school, I got this phone call. “Mrs. Trittipoe. Seth had an accident. Can you come?” It’s what every mother hates to hear.

Upon arriving at the school, I found my tearful second-grader whimpering in the office, tissues held against his mouth to catch the bloody drool. “What happened?” I inquired as I further noted a clear imprint of a brick embedded into his forehead. Seth looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes, not quite sure how to respond.

It seems he and his gaggle of girlfriends had been playing a game. The girls called out directions to Seth and he was to do accordingly. “Turn right. Go straight. Now left.” Simple enough. Simple enough, that is, if one could see. Those girls had Seth don his sweatshirt backwards, the hood covering his face. It was only blind faith—or stupidity—that guided him. The game proceeded for a time but as young girls often do, they soon became distracted and left Seth running full speed into the old brick schoolhouse. The teacher in the classroom heard the thud as the windows shuttered upon impact. Hence, the phone call.

Seth was running blind. But don’t we do the same thing? We live our lives following anything that catches our fancy. We turn right, left or run straight ahead based on what everyone is doing.

Avoid running into a brick wall. Let's open our hearts and eyes and allow the Spirit of God to do the guiding.

“For as many are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God” (Romans 8:14).

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