I couldn’t understand her through the muffled speaker, she sounded a bit like Charlie Brown’s teacher. I was in the southern part of the city and hadn’t had time for lunch and it was way past that time. My stomach was doing a poor rendition of Beethoven’s 5th Symphony to remind me of my neglect.
As much as I hate to do it, eating something, almost anything, became the next priority on the list. “Wah-wah-wah-wah”! came the sound from the beat up, graffiti decorated speaker box. I had no clue of what was just said and gave an impatient response, “I’ll have a number one, no mayo, add mustard, and a small Diet Coke”!
“Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah, wah, wah-wah-wah-window”! came the reply. I pulled around, wrestled my wallet out of my pocket with my seat belt still in place while a young voice with an accent gave me the total. The transaction proceeded as usual without me paying much attention to the person serving me until she said, “Thank you-come again.”
As I was saying thanks, I glanced to her eyes to offer some sense of genuineness to my responding words. She was young, probably around 18, a clean cute young kid. Her eyes caught me off guard as I was pulling away… They were the saddest young person’s eyes I can ever remember seeing.
Great… There went my mind trying to figure out why a young person with a job and health would come across as such a sad, defeated person? I can guess what her home life might be like, or how maybe it was for her growing up. The bottom line is she probably didn’t have the saving grace given by God in her life.
Not that I was judging, but that was my sense. She was the face of America…
How can a society as a whole have joy if there is no defined purpose for their lives? The purpose of that girl’s family might be to live it up, live for the moment, make their way the best they can. Do whatever they have to do in order to survive… Cause when they’re gone that’s it… No mas…
People all around us look to define their purpose in life by many different things. Many seek comfort and gratification above all else. Others fill their built in void by shopping, consuming as much as they can as quickly as they can. Still others find their purpose in what they do for work or the objects and people that occupy their days, including the ones whose objects are family or loved ones, even friends.
I don’t think any of those things are bad in and of themselves. It’s the priority and perspective we have regarding them that becomes the real problem. It’s easy for all of us to become a bit obsessed with these things.
These things or objects are gifts from God, but if we don’t know Him, sometimes even when we do know Him, we let the gifts become the objects of worship instead of the One who supplies them.
None of us have to look far to find examples of this in our lives. Everyday we interact with people who have a messed up perspective, including ourselves sometimes. It’s easy to become irritated and even bitter at the ones God places in our paths.
If they don’t know God, we’ll find them serving the god they’ve made in their lives to fill the place He’s designed for Himself. It is impossible for the ones who are lost to find any lasting peace or joy in their lives without understanding the power and love of God in their lives.
If we don’t tell them, and ever better yet, show them, how will they know? As we look into the eyes of the lost, will we see the need, or the enemy? We need to remind them that there is hope. There is a cure for sad eyes…
His name is Jesus Christ… In Him there is peace and joy that is uncontainable, it flows forth and can be seen in our eyes.
What do your eyes reveal about yourself?