I was busy. It wasn’t until late in the day that I finally sat down to prepare a prayer for our meeting. I found one, a good one, except for one word that rang untrue.

Do we need to be forgiven the blindness that keeps us from seeing? Or healed of it? Is blindness often chosen?

I understood the sentiment behind the phrase, but chose to substitute “lenses”. Oh yes, I can see myself playing with the tints, the exposure, the contrast, the brightness. Forgive me my choice of lens.

It wasn’t until much later that I read the news. I recognized that it had been run through a series of lenses. Even eye-witness accounts and supposedly objective video were subject to interpretation.

Because of our lenses. Because we choose what to magnify, flatten, or obscure.

It is not an affliction. It is our choice. That is our sin.