It Felt Like God

Dear glasses,

Do you remember the day we got to the Philippines?

I’ll bet you do – you saw everything I did, but I just felt dazed by it all.

Do you remember the shocked Filipinos that first Sunday at church when they saw a 6’8” missionary?

I’d be surprised if you didn’t – my height was rare even back home.

Do you remember the doubt in my eyes as we talked to strangers about God?

Probably not – You hung limp in my hands after a hard day’s work as I started to break under the pressure.

Do you remember the day my faith shattered?

Maybe not – you were on my bed while I plead with God and wept.

Do you remember watching me during those months of agony as I preached about a God I wasn’t sure I believed in?

Perhaps not – you were on my desk as I pored through scripture every night, searching for a glimmer of hope.

Did you understand how deeply I needed to know?

I don’t think you did.

Do you remember seeing me kneel and ask a God in Heaven if it was all true?

Possibly not – you were on the ground when His answer of peace swept the doubt from my mind.

Do you remember the smile that spread across my face as I came to truly love the beliefs I had doubted?

I imagine you might – you used to only see that kind of smile from me when I created music.

Do you remember reflecting the light that came into my eyes that day?

I’m sure you do – it filled me completely and shone through you whenever I shared my newfound joy.

Do you remember watching that same light come into others as they read scripture and believed?

I would hope you do – it seemed brighter to me than noonday sun.

Do you know what that light felt like, glasses?

It felt like God.

The former Elder Tinsley