A couple weeks back my dad was driving along in his car as we were cruising down a winding road to my Chinese School that I attend on Saturdays. I loved this road. It winded back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, lulling me to sleep. I loved how the trees on each side of it were so thick that you hardly noticed the buildings on the other side close by. I loved the black bridge that went over it and how amazing the sky looked when you looked up over the trees, no matter sun, rain, or snow. Everything about that winding road made me smile. However, as my dad took that road again a few Saturdays back, something new was added to my perfect scene.
It was so quick that most people that drove by would most likely never have noticed it. A flash of color and images that quickly become a forgot memory, like the air you breath out in the winter, as the mist disappears, fading quickly. There, on the other side of the winding road sat a single beach chair. It was worn and old, patched up in several areas. And there beside it was a pile of things that were in a sense nonsensical. Pylons, shopping carts, piles of old clothes, and other knickknacks that I can’t even remember with a blue patched up tarp covering it to protect it from the weather. And then, suddenly it was gone. Sometimes when I think back I think that perhaps I saw a man lying under the tarp, but other times I remember it abandoned.
All I could think after catching a small glimpse was “wow”. The idea that someone actually lives there shocked me. It wasn’t as if I have never seen or heard of homeless people, in fact I go to a Christian School so this matter is frequently talked about. But the idea of someone living in my brief perfect paradise, that’s what got me. The thing that most people don’t really bother to enjoy, just driving up a hill with a winding road, in a way the road’s pleasure becomes my own. But now, something has change my sense of direction. Instead of seeing the blue sky that stretches above the trees, I see and old patched up tarp. Instead of seeing the lush green of the forest surrounding, I see a pile of things that some people would consider trash. Instead of enjoying the sway of the road as I move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, I remember the beaten up old beach chair that sat rusting in the dead grass and snow surrounding.
We hear and look at such issues everyday, but do we ever feel, understand, see? Do we have our attention forced onto it and it alone without any other thoughts on our minds? My perfect spot where I could just relax and “be” was forced away so all I saw was an issue that so many places face, homelessness. I was forced to think, learn, and understand that problems like these will always be there, that no place on earth can allow humans to turn a blind eye on issues like these, that if we don’t do something it will forever remain like this, if we never help. We are blind in this world, a world that was once made of light but turned dark because we let it, we invited the darkness. But the light never died, it was always there and we have turned away from it and looked into the dark pool of misery and anguish. Now it’s time to turn back.
My peaceful spot forced me to turn my blind eyes back to the truth of the world, a world that has darkness in it yes, but has more light than there ever will be of darkness. This happened when I looked deeper to the other side of the winding road…
2 Corinthians 4:3-4
And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled only to those who are perishing. In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.
But blessed are your eyes, for they see, and your ears, for they hear.