clear sight

Sometimes I am thankful for the chance to see things oh so clearly.  When my friends at lunch were unconvinced that I could find symbolism in anything in the world (say, a glass of orange juice), they handed it over so I could prove it.  And I could.  Never before had I actually looked so closely at a half-full glass of orange juice, but like everything else in life, it has its complexities.
So I explained how that glass of juice was like people, surprising even myself maybe a little, and I was comforted with the reminder of potential.  I can look at anything I want and find it meaningful, even beautiful.  This is why I have the soul of an artist, if not the skill of one.

Earlier this morning I was asked to answer the question, "How will you bring the spirit of God onto this campus?"  And I said I will keep trying not to put people into boxes, and now I know why.  Because if there is depth of meaning in orange juice, it would be unthinkable for me to claim to understand everything about a person, especially one I barely know.  I can look deeper.  As much as I can help it, I will not judge on the outside.  I want to look and truly see.