Sitting at a red light this morning, literally in the shadow of the Grand Mosque here in Bahrain, the following words were playing in my car:

Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in his wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of his glory and grace

Behind the voice … a single violin … with its thin cry.

Aren’t these the most important words? The words that put it all in perspective. The words that remind us to return to Jesus. To turn toward him. Again and again.

We are forever fretting over enough. Is there enough time? Is there enough money? Is there enough of me to go around? Is there enough God for my troubles? Is there enough compassion for my pain? Is there enough inside me?

When we turn our eyes on Jesus, we see something staggering: actually, there is plenty. There is plenty of God for my need. Plenty.

I know it rarely feels this way. It typically feels a little panicky. With a side of no-time-to-shave-my-legs. I know.

But when we look back, we see that even in some of our worst deficits, Beauty arrived. Strangely. Through the side door, of course. Never how we imagined.

So, today, let’s turn our eyes upon Jesus. Expectantly. And see what he might do. And then let’s decide to get up tomorrow and do it again. Daring him to blow us away with the light of his glory and grace. Amen.

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