Someone was sitting in the back seat of the limousine. The windows were tinted darkly. I couldn't see more than a blurry image of movement through the side window. Some people were waiting excitedly on the sidewalk near the hotel entrance. I hoped it was a celebrity, someone important. Maybe he would acknowledge me, or I could ask him for a favor. Perhaps he would hand out tickets to a show. The longer I waited for him to exit the limo, the more excited I became.
Finally, As the door opened, a shiny shoe poked through the small space. Then a pantleg of a well-tailored suit followed. Finally, the driver emerged with the passenger's luggage. The man tipped him and strode past an inattentive gaggle of the would-be followers. Disappointment filled me from toe to ear. The rider was just like me, a weary business traveler.
Do we ever see anything but what we want to see? Are we always looking at a world as represented by a wavey carnival mirror?
Perhaps John is right. The only way to perceive the world in which we live is through eyes transformed by the voice of God.
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