I have seen people with blue eyes, gray eyes, brown eyes, and even some with blind eyes like the man in our picture. But I want to tell you about eyes that are different from any of these.
It was in Sunday School that we had been talking about seeing Jesus, “with the eyes of faith.” Archie was listenir g very carefully but did not seem, so sure what it was all about. At last he said, “What sort of eyes are those, teacher? I don’t know what eyes of faith are.”
“Well now, Archie, that is a hard question to answer to little boys and girls, but I shall try to make it as plain as I can. Why were you given the name of Archie?”
“Because I have an Uncle Archibald over in England, and my mother called me Archibald after my uncle.”
“How do you know you have an Uncle Archibald? Have you ever seen him?”
“No, I haven’t, but I know he lives in England because he writes me leers, and I know he loves me too.”
“Well, now that’s strange. You have never seen him, and yet you are sure that he is alive and that he loves you.”
“But he always ends his letters ‘your loving uncle,’ so I really believe he loves me.”
I tried to look as doubtful as I could, and even asked, “But have you never seen him with those very blue eyes of yours?”
“No, sir, but I really know it’s true.”
“Good, my boy, I believe it too. But I think you believe it, not because of your own blue eyes, but because of your ‘eyes of faith.’ You have seen his letters, and he has told you that he loves you and you just believe it. Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s it. And now I think perhaps I know what ‘eyes of faith’ are too. God has written to me in the Bible and told me that He loves me. And I really believe it.”
ML 01/24/1954