A number of theaters boast, “Not a bad seat in the house.” And they may be right — unless you sit behind the tall, wide person who’s wearing a hat.

In that case, you just can’t see,

What struck me this morning is how often I choose to sit behind the tall, wide person instead of changing seats. I choose a self-imposed blindness.

I’m not talking about where I sit in the theater, or class, or church. I mean where I sit in life. From where I sit, how clearly can I see God?

This all came to mind while walking through a grocery store last night. I observed people whose last thought on earth would be for anyone but themselves. I can’t judge for sure; only God knows. But their interactions and demeanors indicated that their lifestyle was blind to God and His purposes. Their seat wasn’t even inside His theater.

But mine? God has blessed me with a seat inside His throne room. And even as I choose the bad seat, He shows me that there are empty seats all around me, each with a clear view. There’s the clear view from His Word. There’s the clear view from prayer. There’s the clear view from obedience.

Yet I often walk from thing to thing in life, with nary a glance toward the throne — much less moving to the better views He offers. Just too busy, I guess. Or too lazy.

I once was blind, but now I see. May God’s sanctifying work continue to give me an appetite to be more obedient, that I may yearn to move to places where I see Him more clearly and glorify Him more.