The Eyes I See

Over the past month or so, I have fallen in love with the eyes I see. Not my eyes but the eyes of our savior. I've been moved over and over again when meditating on Christ's gaze. I’m quite blind when I think about it. Jesus knew how to see: how to see the internal. His eyes didn’t stop at the surface, but they pierced through to the depths. They pierced through to the beginning: to Genesis 1:27 “God created man in his image; in the divine image he created them…” This is how Jesus looked into the eyes of others, as a divine image, created for a cause beyond our comprehension. It's when we contemplate Christ's eyes that we begin to understand Theology of the Body.

My eyes have to strive daily to begin to see how Jesus sees. Praise God for the Spirit that works in us. 

The eyes I see never wavered. They never looked away when passing a stranger or someone alone and hurting. These eyes saw people suffering. Really Suffering. Every person that Christ saw drew Him in. Can you imagine being in the flesh and starring at those You created in Your image? Jesus did that. Creator starring those He created in the face. Jesus looked at every person he encountered yearning to be the shepherd of their heart. His eyes were always filled with mercy and compassion. I believe that Christ's eyes alone converted sinners. The Eyes I See transformed lives. 

The purest of eyes that ever existed.

These eyes cry out, “my heart breaks for you who are lonely, discouraged, and abandoned. The tired, the weak, and the worried. Look at me. Rest in Me. My mercy is endless. My eyes fill with tears for my children who do not see that I am their only fulfillment. I am here; let me in.”

He Loved being so near to us so much that He couldn't leave. Christ LOVED being tangible and staring us in the face SO much that He didn’t leave.

In adoration I felt Christ whisper, "I look out at you today just as I looked out at your brothers and sisters in Jerusalem..."