Driving back from Banchory this morning, I pulled the lever
to wash the windows. The wipers went, but no water came out. Empty.
The windscreen wasn’t that dirty, but I remembered the first
time I drove a distance in the snow. My father-in-law insisted on accompanying
me, knowing a California girl had no experience on the ice. Very sweet, but
only added to my anxieties. Back in those days, cars did not carry windscreen
wash. So by the time we’d gone twenty miles on a road with just one lane each
way, my screen was filthy with grimy snow and I had to stop and wash the windscreen
in order to see and carry on.
Most people are navigating their way through their lives
with no windscreen washer. As self-preservation and greed are voiced and acted
out, their vision is obscured and they are driving blind.
Thank God for Jesus,
for his Word, written and made flesh, for his Holy Spirit, living in us and
clearing our vision.
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