For those of you who have undergone a cataract operation, like I did in the past two weeks, the joy of being able to see so clearly even at far distance is indescribable. I now observe details in nature, observing distinct colours everywhere and can well imagine how eagles see minute objects down below while flying so high in the sky. I realise too how those cataract blockages have prevented me from appreciating the beauty around me. Needless to say that I am constantly thanking God for this newfound wonder!
On the other hand, however, there is a strange kind of discomfort emerging in my inner self, particularly in this season of Lent, when I am being constantly reminded and am duty bound to remind others of the need to look at one’s inner being. The discomfort sometimes turns into torment on realising how much of divine beauty and divine presence in nature, in people and indeed in my inner self I must be missing because of my “spiritual cataract”. From the physical reality of my new vision, I am forced to reflect about the blockages within me. Does my “spiritual cataract” come in my way of appreciating the beauty of human beings, whom God created, as the Bible says, “in His own image and likeness”?
