This week, my vision was restored to 20/20. I had cataract surgery on both eyes, a day apart, Monday and Tuesday. I am amazed at all the color I was missing, the vibrancy and the clarity of well, everything. It as though I had been living in an antique world, everything tinged in shades of beige and off white. My eye doctor, Dana Meyer, had been telling me over the past few years that I was a candidate for the surgery. The cataracts were growing and soon I would be noticing things were a little more like looking through a lens of Vaseline.
Here it is Friday and I could not be happier with the outcome of my surgery. There was no pain, just a little eye fatigue, the hassle of putting in eye drops four times a day for the next month, along with the extra eye protection at night is well worth the outcome. For me this kind of 20/20 is a gift and a miracle of medicine.
A few weeks ago, I was poked in the eye with a sharp stick; gardening has its hazards. Thankfully there was no permanent damage, but it was the beginning of a season of not taking my eyesight for granted. Taking our sight, hearing, taste, even our breath, for granted is easy to do. Most of us walk around each day not noticing how our bodies are true miracles.
Wearing masks for instance has made us keenly aware of our breath, how hard it is to have our mouth and nose covered for hours a day. It takes time and practice and discipline to wear them faithfully. Making mask wearing a spiritual discipline is a good way to remember the gift of breath. Wearing a mask for the sake of our neighbor is another way to love our neighbor.
We are living in strange times, but also a great moment in history to embrace the paradox of the gifts God has given to us. We are given sight as a gift, yet there are many images we would rather not see. We are given the gift of taste, yet there are some things, I would rather not taste. We are given the gift of smell, but then again, gag, there are many things aggressively stinky. The same with our breath. To live, we must breathe, yet sometimes our very breath can kill or sicken someone who is compromised or weak.
To honor God’s people let us give thanks for the gifts of sight, hearing, taste and breath. May we remember to use them according to the law of love.

Noblesville’s Teri Ditslear is a pastor whose column appears Saturdays in The Times. Contact her at pastor@rolcommunity.com, on Facebook or at www. rolcommunity.com