Brown Eyes Blue

Had a conversation at B & N yesterday with a guy that began when he spilled 1/2 & 1/2 all over himself and my flip-flops.  After some self-deprecating comment I took a chance and commented on his self-reference.  What came out was a surprising amount of internal angst/unhappiness.  We had quite a chat.

When he left I thought about Amy Carmichael. Amy was a missionary to India and she used to rescue young girls from prostitution in the Hindu temples. When she was a young girl she often prayed that God would give her blue eyes like her mother instead of her brown eyes. And one night as she prayed she told God that if her eyes were not blue by the morning she’d not believe in Him anymore. When she awoke that next morning and looked in the mirror her eyes were still brown. Thankfully, she didn’t lose her faith in God, and, she came to the place years later where she set off to India. There were many missionaries trying to help these unfortunate, enslaved, girls and none of them were successful – only Amy. Eventually, one of the other missionaries grabbed hold of one of the girls and asked why they went to the work Amy did but not to the work they did. And the girl looked back and said, “Don’t you understand, it’s because she’s got the same color of eyes that we have.”

Do you believe that everything you are by creation is not insignificant? If our God knows the very number of hairs on our head, there’s nothing insignificant about us.