Looking Into Eyes

Eyes, the window of the soul. I wonder what one sees when enamored with evil things. Is it the mystery, the adrenaline spikes, the merry chase through a glittery labyrinth into deeper and darker things? A sense of power and conquest, of control? The temptation that bids, “come into my parlor” only to find oneself captured, spun into a steely gossamer web, imprisoned in a blink? Then devoured slowly over time as poison dissolves the captured thing ‘til it is no more?

Or when mesmerized by the python, realizing the parlor doors slamming shut were actually wide jaws that have swallowed one whole? We can learn much from how evil stalks, conquers, and consumes by observing animal and insect behavior. Eating and being eaten… just the nature of things.

Humans share understanding of animal behavior. We, too, are made from earthly elements, the nature of things, yet while so like animals in many ways, we are different than them. We are called to a higher existence, to walk in uprightness, to “rule over” the earthly animal kingdom, and to rule over -control- those animalistic tendencies within ourselves. We are also unique in that we are called to worship our Maker. Without the firm yet gentling hand of wisdom we may indeed behave as feral dogs devouring to survive, misguided humans worshipping ourselves, people, ideologies, things.

When I look into eyes it is there intent can be seen, though it might take awhile to discern covert designs. I have met the eyes of evil looking at me, and ran! I saw it’s intent…to take my life, to destroy me. It was shimmery and took on what I thought would be a holy form…but holy it was not…the look behind the eyes I saw were full of hate and death.

In the eyes of Jesus I see life, love, compassion, forgiveness, hope, resurrection, rebirth, rescue, transformation. I have seen His eyes, staring out at me from the eyes of a dear friend, her body fighting a losing battle with cancer, her spirit vibrantly alive. Here was holiness not clothed in shimmery garments, like that masquerader trying to capture me. Here was holiness like I have never seen before, clothed in a battle-torn body misshaped by disease, blazing the fire of eternal love into my soul as I grieved for her. Vibrant life and LOVE poured out of those eyes, conquering the shadow of death she was walking through to move on into eternal life.

There was no mistake those were the eyes of Jesus. Human eyes reflect one’s soul, emotions, our earthly being. Only when spiritually awakened, reborn, and transformed by the Holy Spirit does one’s eyes reflect holy realities. Did I see fear, anger, remorse, hatred, cunning, deception in those eyes that looked at me that day? No, a purity and love beyond human capacity bore into my soul.

Look into the eyes of those around you, and consider, too, what your own eyes are saying. What do you see there? What is the intent, the real message being spoken? Are we paying attention? LORD, transform us, please, that we, too, will see with and reflect Your eyes of Love. “Open my eyes, LORD, that I may see…!”

Proverbs 23:26 NKJV “My son, give me your heart, And let your eyes observe my ways.”

Matthew 20:34 “So Jesus had compassion and touched their eyes. And immediately their eyes received sight, and they followed Him.”

Psalms 119:18-19, 36-37 “Open my eyes, that I may see
Wondrous things from Your law. 19 I am a stranger in the earth;
Do not hide Your commandments from me.”

36 “Incline my heart to Your testimonies,
And not to covetousness. 37 Turn away my eyes from looking at worthless things,
And revive me in Your way.”