Photo of Hidden Lake, Glacier National Park, 2006. Galen C. Dalrymple
DayBreaks for 7/14/17: A Sight to Behold
From the DayBreaks archive, July 2007:
What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? It’s a tough question, isn’t it? My first reaction would be to reflect on a high mountain meadow in the Sierra Nevada’s that I saw while hiking with my best friend, Ken. Or, a sunset on evening as we were out in our little boat returning from a fishing trip in the San Joaquin delta when the water was as smooth as glass but as colorful as an artist’s palette. Possibly, it would be Hidden Lake at the top of the continental divide in Glacier National Park – a spot you can’t see from the road, but you have to hike back to it over about a mile or two of snow, up past the shoulders of towering granite uprisings.
I hope that I will never forget the beauty of those things. I remember at the time, thinking that I wanted to remember them forever. And I still can, but if I’m to be totally honest about it, the memories do fade a bit over time. The colors in my imagination aren’t quite as bright as they were in reality. I guess memory is like color film – it fades over time.
So, those were my first inclinations in regard to the opening question. However, as I thought about it more, perhaps the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is my children, or my grandchildren, as they sleep. It might seem strange to some to say that the most beautiful thing I’ve seen is people. People who are near and dear to me. People that I’d gladly give my life for.
Try to imagine the blind man that Jesus healed. He’s been blind since birth. He’s never seen a bird, a flower, a sunrise or sunset. He’s never seen his mother’s face, he can’t understand the concept of color in the sky or reflected off the water. He has no point of reference, no sense of visual depth perception. He’s never seen…anything. And then one day, along comes Jesus of Nazareth, a man who has been reputed to give sight to the blind and to make the lame walk and the deaf hear. The man’s mind must have been running at full tilt: could this be the day when he, too, would receive sight?
As it turns out, it was his “lucky” day. And what to his wondering eyes should appear? No, it wasn’t a sleigh full of toys and small reindeer. It was Jesus. Can you imagine the very first thing you ever see being the face of God? Would anything ever again live up to that moment, to that sight? This, truly, is a sight to behold. It is the sight we all long to behold, if we are His.
We will have to wait until God decides it is time for you and I to see Him. Waiting…seeing now only by faith, but not by sight…it can be a long and difficult wait. But it will be worth it ten thousand times over. And nothing we will ever see again, not even the streets of gold in heaven itself, will equal the moment when we awaken from our dying moment only to see the Savior’s face. It will make the long, dark years of our “blindness” and waiting worth it.
PRAYER: Lord of creation, we know You are not the creation itself, but the Maker of all. Yet in the creation, we see glimpses, tiny flashes, of Your beauty and glory. Thank you that we will someday see You in all Your risen glory, and that we will behold Your face throughout all of eternity. How we long to see Your glory! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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