The Glasses

We all wear glasses.

Invisible glasses as window panes of our mind.

Through these windows our mind we see a vision of the world, a vision painted in the image of the windows.

These windows shape our walk through life, just as our walk through life shapes the windows.

They determine how we experience the world, just as our experience of the world determines the clarity of our view through the windows.

The glasses paint life in certain colors, just as we paint the lenses of these glasses in the color of our walk through life.

Our entire life went into the fabrication of these glasses.

The result of our effort is presented to us in the vision we behold through our glasses.

These glasses were given their shape and form by the environment we were placed in.

Some glasses turned out very warped, because they were forged in a warped mold which brought forth these glasses.

Other glasses appear very average and normal, blending in perfectly with the others, yet if you look through their lenses you will see a distortion of the picture of the world as it really is.

You notice the distortion because you are accustomed to a different view through the windows of your mind.

We have assisted in the fabrication of these glasses by donating each fiber of the emotion rising from our reaction to the mold we were placed in.

Each of these fibers were integrated in the various layers of the lens, and they colored the lens in the image of the mold.

Thousands, millions of fibers we layer together as we go through life, and they present to us their colored view of life.

What we see is not life itself, nor do we behold the world.

We behold the color of the lens, and what we see is the impression created by the collective of fibers.

We see an image painted by strands of emotions buried and hidden in the mosaic of the lenses.

Each day we wake up wearing the same old familiar glasses, and even in our dreams these glasses paint the dream in the image of their colors.

We may go through the same routine today as yesterday, in the exact same setting of our environment, yet our glasses are able to paint them in completely different colors.

We may behold a depressing view where the day before we saw happiness, and yet, nothing in the world really has changed to merit a different classification.

The only thing which changed was the view we beheld through our glasses.

The world today is as it was yesterday, yet we do not see the world, neither today, nor yesterday.

We saw a vision presented to us by our glasses, and this vision has become the home of our world, the seat of who we are.

We do not know the world, nor can we know it, because we are trapped in a projection of our glasses, visitors in a still life detached from the motion of real life.

Sometimes these glasses are like binoculars.

We see things close by which are far of, and when we look through the other end, we consider things to be far away from us when in reality they are within reach.

Sometimes our glasses become so thick and tainted with the colored strands of fiber that they paralyze us.

They can keep us frozen in our tracks.

Sometimes our glasses become so obtuse with color that we see death where life is flowing, and we are inebriated by the color.

In the end, the glasses create an eternal amnesia of the reality of life.

We react to what we see, thus putting more layers of colored fiber on the glasses.

The glasses have become our glass cage which keeps us trapped and prevents us from knowing life.

Ultimately, the glass cage transforms itself into our glass coffin.

We begin to wonder about what life really is, since everyone sees life differently.

We ponder on the possibility and the ramifications of the relativity of life.

Yet, to what have we made life relative?

That's the question we cannot answer since we are trapped in the view of our cage and cannot see beyond.

Unless someone will correct the glasses so that we can have a clear view of the panorama of our life.

Yet the lenses of our glasses are thick and resistant to change.

We have grown so accustomed to their presence that we have become our glasses and what they tell us about the world.

To put aside our glasses means to put aside ourselves, and how can we do that?

How can we change our glasses when we do not know the kind of glasses which can give us a view of life as it really is?

We need Someone who carries perfect glasses, glasses which do not distort the reality of life, but which give an accurate view of life as it really is.

The One who carries these glasses knows exactly which glasses can give us a correct view of life, since He Himself fabricated these glasses fiber upon fiber, just as we have made our tainted glasses.

Only whereas the fibers we used for our glasses cause a distortion of life and truth, Yahshua uses crystal clear clean fibers which are part of perfectly clear lenses.

He made those glasses with the materials handed to Him by the Master Glassmaker, exactly in accordance with the instructions given to Him.

If He can make glasses for us so that we can wear them, we too will finally be able to see the real life.

What we need are these Son-glasses, the only ones which can give us a perfect vision through the untainted lenses of faith.
Without these glasses we will always see an image of make-belief through the tainted window panes of our minds.