Mom always told me that if I held my eyes like that too long, they’d stick.
But when it comes to my spiritual sight, I want my eyes to be permanently stuck. I am fixing my focus on the Father. I am casting my gaze on the crimson-stained cross of Calvary.A friend of mine says a person who sees the world like that is really just “cross-eyed.”
That’s a condition I need. I yearn for a chronic case of spiritual strabismus. Incurable. Untreatable. Irreparable. Terminal.
I’m going to look at all things through the lens of the cross today, and I pray my eyes stay that way.
I want to see my world, my pain, my joy, my screw-ups, my works, my desires, my broken plans, my calling, my redemption and my inevitable death through one thing: the marvelous, scandalous cross of Christ.
“May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.” — Galatians 6:14