Senses

I don't know why--brains work in funny, mysterious ways, but as I was picking out pumpkin seeds tonight, I was reminded of the "would you rather" questions. (In Colorado Springs, during free time we would ask each other questions that tell you a little bit of random, mostly useless info about the other person.) So, would you rather go without one of your senses completely or have all of them, but only half as strong? I thought I would pick having all of them, but tonight, I decided it might be better to lose my sight.
Even though I love being able to see, after all it allows me to visualize creation--beautiful things such as a rainbow arching over the red stone of The Garden of the Gods in Colorado, and the flaming colors of fall in Wisconsin, and the smiling faces of friends--that same sight is what I use when I size up a person. In examining people based on appearances, I am guilty of almost instantaneously making judgments about them. I think it is a fairly natural tendency of humankind; we seem to be very good at classification.
On another note, this post kind of connects to my friend's brilliant blog idea of "Flashback Friday" since I returned to my time spent in Colorado recently. To be perfectly honest, I think I'm still processing all that I learned and experienced while there receiving excellent training for cross-cultural missions. Here's the whole group of us going all over the world with The Navigators:


One of my favorite songs right now is my prayer regarding my sight. I want it to be transformed like the rest of me:
Give me Your eyes--Brandon Heath
Look down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight

Touch down on the cold black top
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breath in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos

All those people going somewhere
Why have I never cared

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me you heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see

Step out on a busy street
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me
To hide what’s underneath

There's a man just to her right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work, He's buying time

I’ve been here a million times
A couple of million eyes
Just move and pass me by
I swear I never thought that I was wrong
I need a second glance
Give me a second chance
To see the way you’ve seen the people all along

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me you heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see