Fleur Poka-Williams AlwynandJovanae Harrison Mary Beveridge-Beachen Heart to Heart: Seeing Through Heavens Eyes Part 1 March 2, 2012 at 7:55am Dear Friends, During March, I will be talking about seeing through heaven’s eyes. In order to walk in our Upgrade for 2012, we need to see through the eyes of Heaven. When we have Heaven’s perspective, we see problems as promises. Our vision determines how we walk out the favor that God has given us when we believe and see who we are and who’s we are. It is vital to know how to view God, yourself, others and your future; this is key in maintaining a path of freedom, that compels you deeper and higher. With clear vision, motivation of the truth will guide you to walk in your Upgrade and not loose sight of living on purpose. First, let us explore the heart of Jesus and receive grace to walk in His favor. Watch this brief video, and then well continue on. youtu.be/PhbMhaLsr4M Lets look at this excerpt from my book, Seeing Through Heaven’s Eyes: ~ * ~ * ~ As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd sternly told them to be quiet, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” And Jesus stopped and called them, and said, “What do you want Me to do for you?” They said to Him, “Lord, we want our eyes to be opened.” Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes; and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him (Matthew 20:29-34 NASB). The two men in the story were both blind, and both desperate. They knew that this was not simply their best chance to regain their sight, it was their only chance. If Jesus passed them by, they were destined to spend the rest of their lives on that dry, dusty road, with only the stories of others to give them something to hope for some time in some distant future. But who knew when? Who knew when Jesus would be back there? Who knew if He would ever be back there? So for them, it was now or never. They heard the crowd coming, like the distant roll of thunder before a storm. They smelled the kicked-up dust, felt the change in the air. As the people bustled down the road toward them, they heard the excitement like the sweep of leaves before a sudden wind. “Jesus! He’s coming! Make way!” Words like miracle worker and Messiah and Man of God fell like scraps of bread from a rich man’s table into the eager hands of the two beggars. They devoured each morsel. Hungry for more, they reached out toward the crowd, only to have their hands slapped away. Feeling their chance slipping by, the two called out to this miracle worker whom they could not see, but sensed like a great stillness before a storm. “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd brusquely pushed them aside, telling them to shut up. But the men cried out even more loudly, more persistently. “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” And that cry—that marginalized, pushed-aside, desperate cry for mercy— stopped the King of kings in His tracks. The crowd grew suddenly still and stood on tiptoes, craning their necks, straining their eyes, cupping their ears. Jesus looked at the haggard men, who were standing now. Then, in a string of one-syllable words that a child could understand, Jesus asked a simple question: “What do you want Me to do for you?” The voice was kind and soft and not the least bit hurried or perturbed—just the opposite, in fact. From the sound of His voice, it felt as if all time stood still and was waiting with bated breath. Indeed it was. Angels, no doubt, were part of the procession, standing on the fringe of the crowd; with them, craning their necks; with them, straining their eyes; with them, cupping their ears. For the whole creation had waited on tiptoes for the coming of this promised seed that would one day restore the paradise that had been lost. Today, at least a portion of that paradise would be restored. Like a cool breeze from Eden, the still pools of their blind eyes would be troubled, and healed. As it passed, that breeze would rustle the fallen leaves of that forgotten garden with the fragrantly unfurling scents of the Kingdom of God. The two blind men couldn’t believe it. The Son of David, the Lord of all creation, asking what He could do for them. The humility of the moment caused the air around them to tremble. Then, with the simplicity of a child asking his papa to reach for something out of his grasp, one of them answers: “Lord, we want our eyes to be opened.” Before Jesus healed them, the text says that His heart went out to them. He saw them, really saw them. He saw the furrows between their ribs; saw their spindly legs; saw the gaunt valleys that were their cheeks; saw the sunken holes that held their fixed, unfocused eyes. He smelled them, too, and imagined in a moment all the heartache that life on that road had been for them. He felt for them, deeply, then He reached out to them, touching their eyes. “Immediately they regained their sight,” the text says. “And followed Him,” it concludes, almost as an afterthought. Doubtless they followed Him. For the rest of their joyous, grateful, adventurously expectant lives. How could it be otherwise? What those two men needed was not instruction but an encounter. They didn’t need to go to a conference on miracles; they needed a miracle to come to them. They needed to be touched and healed. But first, they needed to be heard and seen. They needed eyes of love to behold them—not eyes of judgment, scorn, or ridicule. Eyes of love. The way the eyes of a parent sees their dearly beloved child. The way the eyes of Heaven see us. Which is what you need, isn’t it? And what I need. It is what all of us need. ~ * ~ * ~ Many can relate to the two blind men; you have been calling out and reaching for something more. You are sitting by the road, wanting to move on from the place that you sit, begging, but your vision is gone. This is your moment of hope, because God looks at you with such love. If you saw the compassion Jesus has for you, would you live differently? His love for you is calling to you, saying, “I am giving you what you need to see. Come, and follow me.” Now, how will you live, as you look with compassion on your own life? Over the next few weeks, explore with me as we regain our vision and follow Him! Next week, I will dig deeper into how our view of God changes the way we live! Much Love, Leif Hetland P.S. If this blesses you, please pass it on!
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