Blind or open eyes?

Have you ever had the experience of having to explain the obvious to someone who just can’t/wont see it? I’ve had two in recent weeks. Both head-bangers. The first was explaining something to someone in writing- that they and I both had copies of – yet refused to concede that I’d done so. Crazy making.

The other was regarding my Australian Citizenship. Born to Aussie parents while overseas, being told to the ridiculous point that I’d have to sit the Citizenship test, having to source papers that are older than me, and just for a split second there – I actually felt displaced.

You know how a bunch of things rush through your mind in a few moments? Well in these – I wondered what it would be like to be shipped off back where I was born (PNG) knowing no one, not belonging, being sent away from all that was mine and all that I knew… and it wasn’t nice. For a split second I wondered – would I even PASS the Citizenship test? How nuts! Having to PROVE what is… having to explain it and document it to eyes that would not see. Eyes with a vested interest in being wrong whilst thinking and clinging to the notion that they were right – and just questioning me for my own good.

I wonder what I’m blind to… and what it is that binds me to it?

“Open my eyes that I may see…”