“The light of the body is the eye; if, therefore, thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.”
“And if your eye be single to my glory, your whole bodies shall be full of light, and there shall be no darkness in you; and that body which is filled with light comprehendeth all things.”
How often I have read these words, like poetry, straight from the Lord’s own mouth.
Knowing that the light of the body is the eye, I have become a vigilant observer of eyes. After years of watching and feeling, it is usually easy to discern the state of one’s heart from the light that shines forth from one’s eyes. In fact, the light of the eye reflects in the whole of the countenance.
But what of the eye being single to the glory of God?
How often I have pondered this deeper meaning.
Today light poured into my understanding, and I understood perhaps a layer of meaning to this phrase.
How do we glory God? We live our lives in righteousness, always the best we can; we arise and shine forth an example of light; and then we bring Him praise for everything we receive…even the hardships.
This is, I believe, the summation of glorying God.
And if this, this glory-giving, glory-living life is what we focus on singly, or solely, it shows. It manifests as a shining of light in our eyes.
I go to the mirror and examine my eyes. There’s the blue and the white and the black of the pupil, but I ignore all of these and look deeper. Is the light there? And my mind rolls back in time to nearly 7 years ago when I sat in a BYU-Idaho devotional in a little chapel on a cushioned bench. I do not remember the name of the lady addressing, but I’ll never forget what she taught. She spoke of eyes and light and countenances reflecting the light of the Savior. And she issued a challenge. To rise up each morning, go to a mirror, and look for the light. We were then encouraged to act that day in a way that the light in our eyes would be increased.
Here at my mirror, seven years later, and I still search for the light as often as I remember. Maybe this coming year it will become a solidified routine.
To check for the light.
To examine the eyes.
To live a life of glory to God…
And the list continues…
ever onward to 1000…
#752 Little inventive boys
#753 Old matchbox cars coursing through brown wrapping paper tubes.
#755 Sweet Pea’s countdown inspired by the Spirit.
#757 Prayers and faith pulling Mother through her surgery and post-surgery with no epidural or pain medication.
#764 A sweet tender birthday hug from Pop
#771 Impromptu sweetness last night before drifting into slumber.
#772 This heart-building counting of the graces, while waiting for my own little “Grace” girl.
#773 Little Bug’s pure, innocent, unrestrained laughter.
#775 Approaching the 1000 mark and wondering what lies beyond…
