The Blind Can't Lead the Blind

Today's story is a bit unusual — it’s part confession, part light bulb moment.

Yesterday, I was sitting in the pews, listening to one of our deacons preach about how the blind can't lead the blind. He shared a personal story: while on leave from the Navy, he found himself in Moscow for an important event, relying on three guides to lead him. But he cringed when he realized the truth — the guides were lost. They had no idea where they were going.

Then the deacon got biblical, as one does in a house of worship. He spoke about spiritual blindness, the kind that happens when you think you can see, but a log in your eye blocks your vision.

I lost my way when the pandemic hit. I tried to put on a good show for others, but the sad truth is I was blind. I was stuck. My house of worship was closed, and I didn’t know how to cure my blindness because I thought I could navigate on my own. I couldn’t even see a warm smile because masks covered every face, adding to my sense of isolation. Depression crept in, but I couldn’t recognize it — I was too busy pretending I could see.

What’s the solution? Baby steps. When you’re blind, small, careful steps help keep you from falling off a cliff. Seek out people who can see. Follow them. And if you’ve been following me during my dark days, I apologize for the times you expected more, but I couldn’t lead with those logs stuck in my eyes.

By the way, if you’re searching for someone who can lead like no other, follow Jesus. He has an uncanny way of turning on the light exactly when you need it most.

Have a great day — and may your eyes be wide open to the possibilities around you.