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Living with Eyes of Faith

July 5, 2016 by  
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Life of Christ (Week 13 of 27)

Living with Eyes of Faith

Have you ever looked back over time and realized that you witnessed a miracle? Or that you might have?

I spent a number of years in that cold place of unbelief and what I thought was pure rationale. I knew. Intellect was my god and I spoke the language of logic and reason (not that it made any sense, looking back).

Eyes of faith? No thanks. Didn’t need em, didn’t want em.

As I read the Gospels, I often find myself nodding. I don’t like relating with the Pharisees, but it’s all too easy to do.

Miracles are no cure for unbelief. Some would not believe though one were to rise daily from the dead. No sign could be wrought which would bring complete conviction, for the will can refuse assent to what the intellect knows to be true.

Life of Christ, Chapter 26, paragraph 6

The main argument I had against Christianity was that I thought it was stupid. I was (I thought) the smartest person I knew.

Eyes of faith? Sounded like superstition to me…and not even a very intelligent superstition.

Nothing like having a pack of kids to take me down a few pegs…except that humbling happened way before I had my kids. The kids have just continued the trial by fire that my soul needs to be headed in the right direction.

It’s interesting how the definition of miracle changes based on where you stand and what you believe. For me, it’s a miracle that I’m here, still alive. I know the trouble I courted; I know the end I flirted with.

But others not familiar with my interior disposition (including close family) may shake their heads and wonder why I’m being so dramatic. I have advanced degrees and a resume that some call impressive. I’m happily married with a family and a house and a fairytale life. Where’s the miracle in that?

That’s just the point, isn’t it? For some people, there’s nothing that would hold up to be classified as a miracle. It wouldn’t matter, as Sheen says, if there was a resurrection from the dead every day.

The eyes of faith are sometimes a matter of perspective. They require you to trust in Someone greater than yourself, Someone you can’t control or predict or do much more than…love.

For a Type A control freak, the eyes of faith and the life of faith seem daunting. Scary, even.

It feels like a gamble. It’s a discipline that molds you into someone closer to who He aims for you to become.

The fact is that you can’t see the miracle that you are blind to. You can reason it away: the flowers were going to bloom anyway, the kid would have been born regardless, that person would have said that heartfelt thing no matter what.

Just as God rarely (or, in my case, never) speaks with bolts of lightning punctuating his thunderous voice, He also seems to use the ordinary experiences as the miracles that most grab me and impact my life.

He uses the people right beside me to speak to me, and He’s not afraid to lean down and tap into nature and circumstance to pull a few miracle punches my way.

It’s just a hunch, but I’ll bet I’m not the only one…

Reading Assignment:

Chapters 27-28

Discussion Questions:

1. Can you think of a miracle in your life? Take a moment to thank God for the gift of it.

2. How can you use your experience with miracles (even the small, everyday things) to witness to others of the love of God?

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  • Lindia Lentz

    This past Sunday I witnessed a miracle! For several years I have prayed for a man at church. He would always slip in a side door and sit at the end of the nearest pew. He would not acknowledge people or make eye contact with anyone–and then slip back out the side door when Mass was over. I got the impression that he was severely wounded emotionally – perhaps severely abused as a child. One morning I was sitting in a pew and sensed someone beside me. I looked up and he was standing there, seemingly very agitated that I was sitting in his seat! I got up quickly and moved to another pew. I prayed for his healing every time I saw him or thought of him. About a year ago I looked in his direction during the collection and saw him reach in to his pocket and place an envelope in the basket–the first time I had seen him “participate” in any way during Mass. A short time later I saw a woman in front of him turn around and shake his hand during the sign of peace! It immediately brought tears to my eyes seeing him interact just ever so slightly with another human being–it was absolutely beautiful!! A few weeks later I was near him and able to give him the sign of peace. He timidly touched my hand, looked in my eyes and whispered “Peace be with you”. I prayed for his continued healing and hoped that some day he would get the courage to go to Communion, to receive the Body and Blood of our dear Lord Jesus. This past Sunday I saw him walking in the parking lot of a church with another man (relative, perhaps?). Again, a little bit of interaction. I was overwhelmed at seeing him–and to my great joy I was able to witness him going up to receive the Body and Blood of our Lord!!! Again, tears of joy!! It has taken years, but with the grace and love of the Lord, this man is slowing coming to life again!!

  • DianeVa

    Yes, I have seen a miracle. “I was lost and now I am found, was blind but now I see.” Just like you Sarah, I thought I knew it all and faith was worthless. Each time someone who knew me “B.C- before Christ” complains that I am not the same person I used to be, I am reminded of His miracle in me and my heart leaps with humble joy! Praise be to God!

  • Paul Diemert

    The strangest thing about miracles in our lives is that others really do not wish to hear about them. Close friends and family members will out right tell you that ‘you are nuts’. Casual friends just give you that look that says, you are a little goofy, and fellow Catholics say, “you are not that holy”. All this resistance finally gets its message across, and one learns to be quiet, and this confirms the kind advice from some when they say, if this did happen it is intended to be personal. So how does one evangelize? It remains a puzzle.

  • warren

    explain the meaning of ” circumcision of the heart”

    • LizEst

      Circumcision of the heart is a circumcision of the spirit, not unlike the circumcision of the flesh, which was a sign of the covenant that God made with his people in the Old Testament. The circumcision of the flesh was a sign that God was front and center in their lives, that the Israelites were God’s people and He was their God. And yet, although their flesh was circumcised, their hearts were not because they fell away from the Lord over and over again, in many ways. A person with a circumcised heart, then, is one that is humble and contrite and has made God the focal point of their life. Psalm 51 expresses King David’s circumcised heart after his affair with Bathsheba.

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