The past few 
	years have seen a lot of damage to my optic nerves, especially the one in my 
	left eye.  The nerve is measured by superimposing in your mind a set of ten 
	equally sized vertical bars over it.  A hole sits in the center of the nerve 
	and its diameter should cover no more than two of those bars.  That would be 
	classified a “point two” nerve--perfect. 
	
	Nerve endings 
	are destroyed from the center outward, so the hole becomes larger.  By the 
	time you reach your 70s or 80s, a “point three” nerve would not be unusual, 
	and if you have the standard open angle glaucoma of ten percent of the 
	senior population, even a “point four.”  Even though still in my 60s, my 
	right eye is already at “point five” and the left, the one that has seen the 
	most procedures and the highest pressures, sits at “point five to point 
	six.”  Point nine is as high as you go before the nerve is totally gone.
	
	Fluctuating 
	pressures do the majority of the harm.  It’s odd though.  I cannot feel 
	anything, and most times I cannot tell much difference in vision day to 
	day.  It’s a silent process.  Usually you don’t know it’s happening, unless 
	you stop to think how well you could see a few years ago.
	
	Sometimes we 
	lose our faith that way.  Things seem fine.  I still attend services as 
	often as possible.  I still read my Bible and pray.  I still don’t do those 
	“big bad sins.”  My faith is the same as it was last year.  But if you 
	examine yourself closely, like a doctor who uses a special lens to see into 
	the back of the eye, you would notice a difference between your faith now 
	and your faith ten years ago. 
	
	It is so easy 
	to become satisfied with ourselves, so satisfied that we cannot see the 
	problem until it is much too late.  Malachi talked to the returning Jews 
	about this complacency in 
	
	Mal 1:6-14.  
	“You despise the name of God,” he tells them.  “You pollute his table and 
	consider service to him a burden.”
	
	They were 
	astonished.  “How do we do this?” they asked at least twice, and Malachi 
	told them in detail.  When you read what they were doing, offering polluted 
	food, and blind, lame and sick animals in sacrifice, it seems obvious.  Yet 
	they had become so smug in their position as “the people of God,” they could 
	not see it.  Years before they would have, but the attitude had come upon 
	them so gradually they hadn’t even noticed where they were headed.
	
	 This morning 
	examine your service to God.  Examine the attitude with which you greet 
	every opportunity as a disciple of Christ, every chance you have to serve 
	him by serving others, every occasion to show your faith in your own 
	circumstances of life, and the appreciation you have for your salvation.  
	Have you experienced some nerve damage?  My optic nerve endings cannot be 
	regenerated, but my spiritual nerve endings can, and that hole in my service 
	to God and devotion to his Son can once again become the size it should be, 
	and my spiritual vision normal.  So can yours.
	
	 How precious 
	is your steadfast love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the 
	shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house, and you 
	give them drink from the river of your delights. For with you is the 
	fountain of life; in your light do we see light. Oh, continue your steadfast 
	love to those who know you and your righteousness to the upright of heart! 
	Let not the foot of arrogance come upon me, nor the hand of the wicked drive 
	me away, 
	
	Psa 36:7-11.
	
	 
	 
	 
	
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