I used to keep my eyes closed in church in an effort to concentrate more on the liturgy. To think more intently on the word and to ponder more deeply it’s meaning.
Now I find it more helpful to keep my eyes open and to look around at faces. If the Word has become flesh and dwelt among us, and if we are all temples of the Holy Spirit, then why not open my eyes to encounter this mysterious embodied word, and these temple faces?
There is so much to see in a face. Lines of compassion, blemishes of hope, colors of joy, and eyes as deep as the heavens.