This is just my way of inviting you to see the difference between walking in the “light” as opposed to walking in the “dark”.
When I was younger, and heard of famous blind people like Helen Keller, my mind tried to grasp what it would be like to walk through a house that some one “re-arranged” (the worst thing you could do for a blind person). There are some vague memories about a movie about a blind person. I would close my eyes and try to walk through our house in San Francisco, and hope that no one had moved anything.
Often, the strikes in the shin, or some little thing left on the floor became painful reminders that if I was really blind, someone did not care about how it changed my life. On the other hand, it was a painful reminder to me that I could have the same negative impact on other people’s lives – just rearrange it to suit me without telling or talking to anyone else. Notice the me?
More recently (see my blog on being in a cave), walking in the dark has become an exercise to “try and see” as much as possible while wandering around the house. It keeps me from waking some kid who might be asleep on the living room floor. But, sometimes we need the light. We can stumble around and hurt ourselves or others, but we miss the ease with which we could get something done with the lights on. (no jokes about “the lights are on…”)
What has me at this point again is 1 John 2 verse 11 where he says we “walk in darkness and don’t know where we are going because the darkness has blinded us”. Helps me remember to carry a little “light” with me so I can see where I’m going.
Watch out for the broken glass on the floor…