That old saying about the eyes being the window of the soul has always been a link in my mind between two completely unrelated things, Little League and a Bible verse. Let me explain.
When our son was young he played Little League. Two practices a week and a game on Saturday. Back then parents were pretty tame and nobody got too worked up. Everyone minded their manners and there was no yelling at coaches or harassing the opponents. We did, however, try to encourage anything good the kids did and any effort they made even if it didn’t succeed.
One phrase that still runs through my head is ‘Good Eye’.
We’d say that when a kid resisted swinging at a pitch that wasn’t in the strike zone.
“Good Eye Josh!”
Today, right in the middle of Matthew 6 Jesus starts talking about having a good eye.
Would I kid about this stuff? No. I would not. In the middle of the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus says if our eyes are good our whole body will be full of light.
If they’re bad, darkness will fill us up.
That sounds like something I want to avoid.
What’s it mean to have good eyes?
Our eyes help us perceive the world around us. They help us make sense of things so that we avoid getting eaten by big animals or hit by speeding cars.
We don’t stumble or bump into things because our eyes show us the dangers that surround us.
Just the way a Little League player can tell which ball to swing at, you and I can make informed decisions about where to invest our treasure and affections.
The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light, but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!
No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.
Jesus has just defined the strike zone for us.
Serving money (ancient god called Mammon), well that’s like swinging at a pitch in the dirt. A complete waste of energy.
Serving God, that’s a home run!
He’s cheering us on. He’s in the bleachers waiting to shout, ‘Good Eye”.
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