Reflections: Mark 8:18

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A couple of months ago, I quit wearing my glasses. Oh, I still wear them to drive my car. But most of the rest of the time, I leave them folded up somewhere; near at hand, but off my face. It’s not that I can suddenly see any better. Far from it. It’s just that I no longer care if things are in focus. I take this as a troublesome sign of my growing detachment.
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