It never ceases to be a point of amazement and awe to me when God teaches me something He wants me to learn, in some deep fashion.  I have learned on this journey of grace that has spanned 40 years that there are things I deeply believed in and attitudes I've held that are consistently, slowly, surely purged from my soul.

The last four years, the physical and emotional trauma and drama I've been allowed to experience, while sometimes arduous and often painful, have resulted in a refinement in my heart, hopefully making my it more tender and more like my Master's...

While on a wonderful anniversary trip in Maui, amidst indescribable beauty and perfect weather, I observed a man - a man that sat under a flowering tree, clearly shabby and out of place amongst the vacationers.  He was a little dirty, had a black dew rag on his head, was wrinkled, and pained of expression.  He probably was only 45 or so.  His agitation and manner I recognized as characteristic of a man in need of his next drink or drug… or whatever.

He was hurting.

I looked at him, tears filled my eyes, and I didn't know why.

The next day, I saw him again, asleep on a hard stone wall. Whatever he had "needed" seemed to be satisfied for the moment.  I stopped and just watched him sleep in his drug-induced slumber.  A Hawaiian shopkeeper saw me watching him and said angrily, "He chooses to be that way!"  I looked at her.  Then I looked at him as he squinted at her and me, and I saw a dark sadness in his rheumy eyes.  I heard the Spirit say to me, "No, he didn't choose this... something or someone just hurt him enough that he couldn't get off his knees, sober up, and move on with life.  He's just stuck right here - an addict.”  I wept again and have been teary eyed all week.

I asked God, “Why?”  He answered me deep inside, "My son, I wanted you to see that man as I do... a child of God, broken of heart, at the bottom.  Now I can fix Him. I just need another child of mine, further along, to speak My name into his broken life."

It’s humbling to see people through God’s eyes, not our own. A religious man would condemn him.  A man of God, like Jesus, learns to have compassion on him. I was blind... but now I see through the eyes of grace.

Guest Blogger, Rodney Davis