I saw a man high on a hill. As I climbed the hill trying to reach him, the terrain became steep. I called out to him asking for help. He didn’t move and I realized he could not hear. I waved my arms trying to get his attention and then realized he could not see.
Oh the irony and the great sorrow, that I have ears to hear and eyes to see my endless failures and flaws that keep me from ever reaching that beautiful summit, and his ears do not hear and his eyes do not see to let him realize that he has reached that beautiful summit.
Oh my sweet Lord, the thought of this is frightening and painful… please open our eyes to see and our ears to hear.