On the day of our arrival, the resort front desk explicitly explained their pool towel policy. For the duration of our week-long stay, we were issued two towels that we were to guard with our lives. To receive a new towel, each day you had to exchange your old one.
We were also told that failure to turn in our towels before we checked out would cost us twenty dollars.
Let me assure you that these towels were nothing to write home about. In fact, they were rather ratty around the edges, but for whatever reason this was the rule.
Unfortunately for us, one day when we left the pool briefly to get something to eat, our unattended towels disappeared. We had a pretty good idea of who had taken them, but not wanting to cause a scene I went to the towel booth to plead my case.
When I tried to explain that our towels had been stolen, the towel booth attendant shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the sign behind him that said in bold letters: TWENTY DOLLAR FINE FOR LOST TOWELS.
Since we did not share the same native language I became more animated in hopes of conveying that someone had actually taken our towels. He just kept pointing and shaking his head. Finally in exasperation I took off my sunglasses and said to him, “Look at my eyes. I swear to you I am not lying.”
It was then he finally flashed a toothy smile and handed me two new towels.
It’s true. Our eyes really do give a glimpse into what lives in our hearts.
Matthew 6:22-23 in the Message Bible puts it this way, “Your eyes are windows into your body. If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with light. If you live squinty-eyed in greed and distrust, your body is a dank cellar. If you pull the blinds on your windows, what a dark life you will have!”
In Revelation 1:4 the apostle John describes Jesus with eyes like a flame of fire.
That knowledge is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. It tells me that Jesus sees my true self. Nothing escapes Him. He sees the worst of me and the best.
Still His gaze remains constant.
And the truth of the matter is that when I raise my own eyes to meet that gaze, it is His consuming fire that purifies me. The fire that burns away anything that hinders my love for Him.
The fire that sets my heart ablaze with love for Him.
The eyes of fire that look into my eyes and understand me to my core.
He speaks my native language and I don’t have to plead my case to Him. Because He already knows me.
And He loves me anyway.