Windows, what a pane! (Couldn’t resist.) Most of the windows in my house are really old and are not the “easy-to-clean” type they make now. Actually, I’m waiting for someone to invent a self-cleaning brand, sort of like the self-cleaning ovens, which I also do not have.
It just gets to the point where, when the evening sun tries to slants through from the west, it hits the dust and grime and you can’t really see out of the window, but you can sure see the dust and grime on the window. And really, there are some pretty nice things to look at in my yard, if I do say so myself. Amazing what a little Windex does—transparent is a significant improvement over opaque, (unless, of course, it’s the bathroom….y’know.)
Even more so with my car windshield. Sometimes I just pick up so much splatted bug and bird stuff that when the light hits it, I’m liable to hit
something else in return! So, okay, especially in this sense, clean windows are a safety issue.
So when God says that His Word is a “lamp to my feet”, it gives me the strong impression that He intends for me to see clearly, possibly for at least a couple of reasons:
- There must be some pretty cool things He wants to me see. Of course, there is “seeing” and there is seeing. To view life through His perspective, through a renewed way of thinking and responding to our environment, gives rise to a WHOLE lot more beauty than we really could have imagined for ourselves. He has much for us to look at, but we need His illumination first.
- There must be some possible dangers in the path, not the least of which is to wander off in the dark to another road other than what He has chosen for me. And naturally, I’m not on this journey alone, which means without His light, I can very easily bump into and injure someone else (and myself in the process). Much of that is preventable, given I use the light provided.
Which brings up my original thought. God gives me the light, but is my pane cleaned off to use it? When God’s light shines upon my life, is it blocked by the smudges of my “old man” issues—offenses, unforgiveness, fear of man, and the like—or have I used a little elbow grease to help clean these off my windshield?
It’s God’s intent to co-labor with me in spraying a little Holy Windex to clean up my pane (including my pain) so that His love can shine through.