We were sitting around Joan’s house. Every week, the five of us would meet to pray, offer opinions on faith-based books, complete study guides, or just talk about our Spiritual lives. Because of the topics involved, we got to know each other very well.
Before discussing the next chapter in our study, our hostess had some news. She had a book that listed names, and the meaning of those names. Wouldn’t it be fun to look at ours?
There the book was, lying there all cute and innocent on the coffee table.
Joan reached over to pick up the book. Joan is the female version of “John,” which means “Yahweh is gracious.” We all gave her affirming nods.
Each woman was handed the book. Dorothy meant “Gift of God”. Anne meant “favor or grace.” And Elizabeth? “God’s promise.”
We were all warming to the exercise.
My turn. My eyes rested on the name “Cecilia.” I started reading without scanning it first.
I proudly read: “Cecilia means ‘blind.’”
Do you remember watching Wile E. Coyote run headlong off a cliff, and not fall? Arms flailing and feet churning, there is that suspended moment of hysterical activity, trying to avoid the inevitable. That’s what was happening in the minds of my friends. They were wracking their brains for something positive to say.
It would be have been a lot easier if my name meant ‘gorgeous and insightful’. (What name means that? I’d give my right arm for that one right now.)
“I’m not blind!” I told myself. I know who God is. I attend church faithfully. I volunteer and I’m an active member of my church.
I groused about it for years. Blind indeed! Blind my eye. (Ha! Pun intended!)
Why in the world did God stand there while I was being so grievously mislabeled at my Baptism? This is obviously a quality control issue.
After a few years of mentally holding my breath and stamping my feet, I finally accepted the grace to rethink the situation. “What if being in the dark is not a bad thing?”
The time had come to consider my “blindness” as an asset. Looking through the Scriptures for some perspective, and I found this passage:
I will lead the blind on their journey; by paths unknown I will guide them. I will turn darkness into light before them, and make crooked ways straight… I will not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16
Thank you Isaiah! My blindness? It’s really an invitation to God. It asks him to come and stay with me.
My position of being in the dark is shared by all of us. We are blessed followers of God, and waiting patiently for his light. Because of the darkness, we are not going to stray. We don’t want to be the blind leading the blind after all.
He will come and gently take us by the hand and lead us to his path and purpose.
I love my name now. You can have “Grace” and “Promise.”
I am blind. And I am blessed.
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