A few days before Thanksgiving, an annual eye check up revealed a serious condition. Unsettled by these dangerous symptoms, I was sent to an eye specialist the following week. During this visit, the pressure in my right eye skyrocketed to eighty, fifteen is considered to be normal. Afraid glaucoma might cause me to lose vision in my eye, this doctor called his friend, the top surgeon at Wills Eye Center in Philadelphia to schedule an emergency surgery. This is a glimpse of the emotions that I endured just one year ago today.
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light, 1 Peter 2:9.
Following a successful surgery, I looked like someone from a senior center, forced to wear those big wrap around sun glasses with dark lenses to protect my right eye. To make a full recovery, I made routine trips back and forth from Philadelphia. Initially, I took four different kinds of eye drops until I was slowly whittled off all of them. Since I was taking one of these drops for nearly twenty years to battle iritis of the eye, my eye sight suffered, gradually becoming worse. When I went to renew my driver’s license over the summer, I failed the eye test, unable to drive lawfully until this condition was resolved. This stressful situation brought me back to the start, forced to rely solely on God for healing.
But let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious, 1 Peter 3:4.
To the average person, December 4th is just another day on the calendar unless it’s your anniversary or birthday. However, for me two life changing events transpired. After hearing Skip Wilkins share his testimony at a Fellowship of Christian Athlete’s Speakout in high school, I dedicated my life to God in 1984 during an altar call. I refer to December 4th as my spiritual birthday. Thirty two years later, I trusted the Lord that my doctor would use his God given gifts to bring restoration to my worn out eyes. Sure, it would be great to possess the 20/10 vision of my youth, but these life altering moments have drawn me closer to God. One year later, I am thankful to be alive, to drive, see and write one blog a day until the Lord takes me home.
by Jay Mankus