Growing up I had extra good eyesight. Not only did I not need glasses, but I prided myself on being the first one in the car to be able to read an approaching sign, or the only one to read the tiny print on a label. When I was 40 I stopped in at the office of an optometrist friend for a lunch meeting. Before I knew what had happened, he had taken me through a lightning speed eye exam after which he handed me a pair of glasses and told me to go outside and take a look. Oh … My … Goodness. I think I heard angels singing. To my shock and surprise, license plates and signs were suddenly crisply in focus. Over time, without realizing it, I was no longer able to see clearly and now a good pair of glasses brought things into sharper focus.
Looking back over 2016, we have so much to be grateful for, so many manifestations of Christ’s character and the Spirit’s gifts. I’ve written about those