An Invitation to See

It’s Thursday, which usually means we are too tired to cook. So we go out to eat– at a restaurant called Village Squire……

Sophie won’t take her red pea-coat off at dinner. Her cheese pizza flops haphazardly in and out of her hands, her red hood gently holds back her fine hair, encircling her face, its black edges framing her dark, almond eyes. She has a dab of ketchup on her forehead. Ellie eats her french fries and the insides of her pickles and studiously dips her pizza in my cup of thousand island dressing. Jacob tells Cohen about megalodon sharks and killer whales and what animal species have existed since the time of the dinosaurs. Cohen listens, enrapt, twirling his fries around in his ketchup. The fire in the stone hearth dances nimbly behind him, its light sharing in my joy, echoing and illuminating; its flames cast warm shadows on this six year old, my six year old, on his newly gap-toothed smile, on this little man who is my son. From somewhere we cannot see, a musician lightly tunes his guitar.

Every moment in life offers us an invitation, the invitation to see.

The invitation arrives early, disguised in something simple, like the exhalation of our breath as it turns to vapor against the stark January sky. The invitation continues each time our eyes meet the eyes of another– we hold open doors, we let people merge, we call people by name. Every snail-paced check out line, every phone call to straighten out a bill, every water-cooler chat. Every melody, every mistake, every meal. Every heart ache and heart beat. Every breath. It’s all an invitation to see.

So we find ourselves with this allurement: Will we let our eyes see? Will we let our ears hear? Will we recognize the eternal in the now?

Perhaps belief is less about what we see and far more about how we see it.

“The heart of this people has become dull, with their ears they scarcely hear and they have closed their eyes, otherwise they would see with their eyes, hear with their ears, and understand with their heart, and I wold heal them. But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear. For truly I say to you that many prophets and righteous men desired to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.”

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