Sometimes I look around at all of those wandering alone in darkness and wonder why God doesn’t heal His children of their blindness? Then I look closer and realize they do not see, not because they are blind, but because they walk through this physical life with fists pressed against their closed eyes to prevent any light from getting through. Then I wonder if it is not a kindness to leave them in darkness. They seem content. Do not the blind suffer when their eyes are first opened and the radiant, previously unknown light pierces their vision? Is it not the same with spiritual blindness? When we experience the gift of sight for the first time, do we not suffer the agonies of regret for our past way of life? Are we not overcome by the illumination that surrounds us? Are we not lost in its radiance? Do we not wonder how our own small light could possibly contribute to its greatness? Are we any better off than those who have never seen? Do we not wander just as lost, just as aimlessly in the light as we once did in the darkness?
But there is no returning to the contentment we once knew in our ignorance. We can return to the darkness, but not to our previous state of unknowingness. Just as a blind man who receives the gift of sight cannot return to his former solitude simply by closing his eyes and pretending he has never experienced light, we cannot pretend our spiritual eyes have not been opened to the truth awaiting us beyond the limitations of our five senses.
So the choice confronting us is not whether we should return to the darkness and our former way of life, but rather whether we choose to continue to wander with our eyes open, lost in the light of our new experience or to press through our confusion, push beyond the barriers of doubt and confusion, until we are no longer lost but found. When we set our feet on the path leading to the narrow way, we know at least we are no longer drifting aimlessly in unproductive circles, but are taking steps that lead us further and further away from the darkness we once associated with life, but in truth was merely existence. Along the journey towards an enlightened state, we will know challenges, we will be beset by doubt and fear, and remember fondly our previous certainty of our former way of life, but each precious step leads us closer to true knowingness, a certainty and a progress that physical death cannot undo, because death itself is an illusion, the greatest illusion of this physical world.
Even the great illusion is revealed for what it is if you look closely enough. When the fresh green leaves of summer reveal their autumn colors, then in seemingly brittle pain fall from their branches to die alone on the cold ground, is it endless death they experience or are they simply reborn into a new form? Does the tree they were once part of die each fall, or even at the end of its long life? Or does its once proud trunk and branches not become part of its environment, providing nourishment for new life, before it too is reborn in the endless cycle of new life? All of nature reveals this singular truth to us, birth, growth, peak, decline, death, rebirth, growth… Often we become stuck along our evolutionary progression by the circumstances of our current incarnations. We become lost in the illusion and tarry sometimes too long engrossed in the fantasy until it becomes detrimental to our progress.
It is not death that waits for no man, but life. It is life that grows impatient by our delay, not in anger, not in disappointment at our slow progress, but for the simple reason it has so much yet it longs to reveal to our wondering eyes. Life triumphs always, forever, not death, never death.
So let us face bravely the uncertainties confronting us. Let us push through our challenges and reach beyond our current limitations. We are more than we know, for the truth is, we know very little. Life awaits us with its arms outstretched longing to reveal its ever more magnificent gifts to us.