When did I see You?

Failing eyesight, that's what I have. Oh, I have never had glasses in my life...until the last few years. Just the reading kind for really small print. I don't use them that much anyway. It's a pride deal.

This week, I started to question whether or not I could really "see" the way I am supposed to see. It may have taken an earthquake or two to wake me up.

The longer I live, the more I wrestle with that passage of scripture found in Matthew 25:31-40. I have not been able to shake it the past few days. I re-read it this morning and it's piercing my heart.

Even the righteous will say in that day, "Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? And when did we You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked and clothe you? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to you?"

I need vision.

I ordered a pair of shoes three days ago from Zappos. Typed in the order, gave my credit card, and clicked the mouse. An hour later, they sent me an email telling me that I should expect to get my shoes even earlier than originally planned. I could have them in a day. Great service, and I even got free shipping.

Probably my 10th pair of shoes (if I really am honest and add up the bottom of the closet).

But the earthquake victims still loomed in the back of my mind. What I have done for them? What I am doing for them? How many of them can't even find a shoe?

After that, I went home and discussed some things with Beth and quickly rallied our family to ALL give something as quickly as possible. It still doesn't seem like enough. I heard today that Haiti will not be back to normal (whatever that is) for at least 3 years, while I sit comfortably in my home with new shoes.

You know, I am beginning to think that I can't see that well. I am thankful that God has given the Holy Spirit to me to not only remind me of blurred vision, but also correct my vision. Oh Lord, be Thou my vision...

I could use some good glasses, but I really need Jesus to help me see.