The door swung open to a place we had never been before. Much to our surprise, we had stumbled upon a house having some kind of dinner party. The middle-aged man that answered the door was quite amused by my sister and me, as we stood before him with our eyes tightly closed each holding a small coffee can in our hand.
“Money for the blind,” we said, expecting that our closed eyes framed by our little faces would pull on heartstrings and bring in some easy money. “Hold on one minute,” the man at the door said, “I’ll be right back.”
I don’t remember whose idea it was or exactly how old we were, maybe six or seven, but up to this point, our plan seemed to be working quite well. The few houses we’d already visited had been very generous and dropped some coins in our cans adding fuel to our mission.
It all began when our parents had gone out for the evening and left all five Goyette children with a babysitter. Though we hadn’t wandered far from home, I’m sure we neglected to tell the sitter about our little plan.
As we waited for the man at the door to return, the temptation to open our eyes was almost more than we could bear. Suddenly the sound of several other voices filled our ears. “Quick come and look,” they said, as the house full of guests made their way into the foyer to behold what were perhaps the first blind children some of them had ever seen.”
“We had struck it rich,” I thought. “Surely with all these people so taken by our cause, our coffee cans would be running over.”
Then, out of the midst of the crowd came two very familiar voices, Mom and Dad. Somehow, we had landed at the very dinner party they were attending.
Miraculously our once blind eyes could now see. Beginning with a little squint, then a half-lit peek, it only took a few moments for our full sight to be restored. Never before had we been able to see so clearly.
It’s amazing how God’s healing power flows into our lives when we are faced with the truth.
My parents, God bless them, had enough wisdom to know that our new eyesight needed a chance to put it to use. So, beginning with the last house we had visited, we set out to give back all the change we had collected. House by house we went explaining how the truth had opened our eyes and we would no longer be needing the money.
Though we don’t always appreciate it at the moment, thank God for the truth. It’s the very thing the Bible says that makes us free. I have to believe that God was the one ordering our steps that day and in His mercy decided not to let us go through life holding out our little coffee cans.
I understand we were just children, but deep inside every human being is a longing for something more. Try as we may to fill the void with money and other things, nothing will ultimately satisfy us but a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.