June 18 — Several months ago I had two cataracts removed from my eyes. How they got there, I don’t know. As far as I can remember, they never asked for my permission, and besides, they never paid rent to be there.
According to the ophthalmologist, and doctors are never wrong, I now have 2020 vision. I have never had such vision since I was ten years old.
All I really need now are reading glasses, and my vision is pretty good.
It seems like a good thing at first glance, but every good thing has a little dark corner somewhere hidden away.
The good part is that I can see it excellently.
The bad part is that I can see excellently.
I didn’t quite understand this until quite recently, it became complete.
Usually when I go to the bathroom in the morning to prepare for the day, I don’t wear my glasses. Before my cataract operation, everything was blurry and I was used to it. Isn’t it funny how you get used to certain things and then not notice them?
Now my vision is so good that when I go to the bathroom in the morning to get ready for the day, I have perfect vision in the mirror.
If that’s not scary, then you haven’t looked at yourself in my mirror on any given morning. If I didn’t know better, I would think it was Frankenstein’s grandson.
What shocked me so much was when I looked at my face to prepare to shave, I noticed things that I had never noticed before. These things were “wrinkles”.
I have noticed these things in other people, like the one who lives in the same house as me. But I never noticed it on me. But they were there. They were there in all their disgusting glory.
Not only did I have a wrinkle, but for some reason that wrinkle brought his whole family with him. And, to make matters worse, the first wrinkle never asked permission to settle on my face.
But they were there, and I was looking at them for the very first time.
I don’t know the real purpose of wrinkles or where in the world they come from or where I can send them.
I have a parent, who will remain anonymous, who deals with wrinkles all the time. She’s had so much plastic surgery that it’s hard to tell who she really is. She reminds me of Joan Rivers.
I always played jokes on him. When I saw her I would look at her face and say, “Is that a new wrinkle on your face?”
I laughed and she laughed, but her laugh was not as genuine as my laughter. In a few moments she would be gone, and I never knew where she was going, except I suspected she was looking at the new wrinkle in the bathroom mirror.
The next time I saw her, that wrinkle was gone.
Have you ever noticed that things keep coming back to you when you try to attract them to someone else? I thought about calling her and asking her advice on what I should do for my wrinkles. I knew if I did, she couldn’t stop laughing, so I wasn’t going to go in that direction.
But what are wrinkles really good for? What is a wrinkle for? And, where did they come from? And do I have to wear a mask?
Because of my confusion in this area, I thought I would take the risk of asking the gracious mistress of the rectory about my wrinkles.
Cautiously, I walked over to her and said, “I found out that I had wrinkles on my face and I don’t know where they came from? Do you know what I could do?
Obviously, she thought I was joking because I couldn’t get her to stop laughing.
When she finally calmed down, she said, “You have had wrinkles for as long as I can remember.” Then she laughed again.
When she calmed down again, she said, “The purpose of wrinkles is to keep track of your age. Each wrinkle represents a certain age in your life.” Then she burst out laughing again. Obviously, it’s funny for her.
The next time I was in front of the mirror, I carefully looked at my wrinkles and tried to count them. If what she says is true, I must be 397 years old.
I walked out of the bathroom with a very sour grin on my face, and when my wife looked at me, once again, she burst into hilarious laughter. I’m glad she finds it funny!
I don’t know what to do with my wrinkles, but I’m not going to have cosmetic surgery.
I have to accept it as it is and not let something as stupid as a wrinkle define who I am. If I do this, I will never come to any kind of reality about myself. I’m definitely not my wrinkle.
Thinking about this, I remembered a verse from the Bible. “Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness for the sake of my enemies; make your way straight before my face ”(Psalm 5: 8).
My face has more important things to do than deal with wrinkles. I need to trust the Lord every day to show me the way he wants me to take for his glory.
Dr. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-216-3025 or email [email protected] The church website is www.whatafellowship.com.