I recently performed at a benefit concert. My humorous shtick involved a princess crown and Camelot-era gown. In order to complete the “look,” I couldn’t wear my glasses. Somehow a forty-seven year old princess with fake blonde hair in bifocals would ruin the image I was trying to achieve.
So I wore my contacts. I will be the first to admit, I feel I look much nicer in my contacts than I do in my glasses.
There’s just one small problem with my contacts. I can’t really see when I wear them, which is a bit of an issue.
So there I was at this concert certainly trying to look the part, but as I performed, I could only clearly see the people who were sitting in the first few rows. Once on stage, I really didn’t get too nervous because I could barely make out the faces of anyone I might potentially know in the audience. At one point in my song I was to wave to my mom. In the video it looks as if I wave directly at her, but I was only really waving to the area where I knew she was seated.
After the song was over, I blew a kiss to the family I was performing to support. Once again, I only blew that kiss and gave that wave in their direction. I couldn’t really see any of their faces. And as many wonderful photos were shown on the large screen on stage, I desperately tried to make those blurry images come into focus as I sat in the audience.
To make matters a bit more sketchy, once the concert was over, my daughter and I immediately went to a viewing for my friend’s father. The line was long. Yep, you guessed it . . . I shudder to think of how many people’s waves I may not have returned simply because I could only make out the people who were in my “clear line of vision.”
What a relief it was to finally put on my bifocals and see the world in focus again.
God took that opportunity to remind me: this is how I often try to live my life. I’ve got my metaphorical contacts in my eyes, kidding myself that I can see everything, that I can see the big picture, and that I have it all in focus.
Yet, the way God wants me to view life is so very different than the way I think I should view the world. He wants me to put on my Jesus lenses, and frankly, He’s not incredibly concerned with how I look or my comfort. He wants me to see people — really see them the way He sees them. He made them. He loves them. He has a plan for them. He extends grace to them and expects me to do the same.
What good does it do me to go through life pretending I can see when I really can’t? Oh sure, I may look more like a forty-seven year old princess with my fake vision, but the King of Kings has much more important missions for me than living life as a comfortable fake princess with everything ending happily ever after here on Earth. And Dear Reader, He has much more important missions for you too. So please join me in grabbing your Jesus lenses. As I’m learning, it’s a whole new perspective.
Until next week, Lord willing.