I am sitting in a local coffee shop in Buellton, listening to the soundtrack of “Eyes Wide Shut,” when I realized that is our problem. I had to write about it with the few minutes remaining before I head into Santa Barbara.
We look but we don’t really see. We die because of lack of vision. Perhaps it is better said that we let others die because of our lack of vision.
We can’t seem to buckle down and pay the price. We can’t give our lives away.
I was musing over my inability to motivate toward the cause. I am a waste of three years of public speaking experience. Yes, I did three years of public speaking in high school. (I got out of a lot of math to do it) But my results are not so good. When I speak, seems that no one wants to hear more after. It is either my speaking or the content of my speech. I keep making the mistake of asking for too much too quickly. I want people to come out and see what I see, but more than that, do something about it.
I keep getting introduced as a missionary when I want to see a missional church. But mission does not sum it up well, because it is a loaded and attractive and unattractive term at the same time. The agenda of God seems to be love – I can’t get away from that.
Our eyes are wide shut. Wide open eyes will inquire about new paradigms and solutions – and a radical shift from a passive to aggressive love. Empty buildings but full on the streets. It will be the strange parties Jesus describes – a freak show centered around a strange juice. I see colors coming to visit black and white.
I suddenly got a bit depressed… opening eyes are the healing balm.