Mr.- was a man of much intellectual vigor and many engaging qualities. He had a loving wife and several bright, beautiful children, but with all these joys he had one dreadful trial — he was blind from his birth.
An eminent French surgeon while in this country called upon him, and examining the blind man with much interest and care, said to him: “Your blindness is wholly artificial; your eves are naturally good, if I had operated upon them twenty years ago I think I could have given you sight. I may possibly be able to do so now, though it will cause you much pain.”
“I can bear that,” was the reply. “if you can but enable me to see.”
The surgeon operated upon him, and was gradually successful; first there were faint glimmerings of light, then more distinct vision. The blind father was handed a rose; he had smelt one before, but had never seen one; then he looked upon the face of his wife, who had been so true and faithful to him; and then his children were brought, whom he had so often fondled, and whose charming prattle had so frequently fallen upon his ears.
He then exclaimed: “O, why I have seen all of these before inquiring for the man by whose skill I have been enabled to behold them! Show me the doctor.” And when he was pointed out to hint, he embraced him, with tears of gratitude and joy.
So, when we reach heaven, and with unclouded eves look upon its glories, we shall not be content with a view of these. No, we shall say, “WHERE IS CHRIST? He to whom I am indebted for bringing me to this glorious place and enjoying its beauties; show Him to me, that with all my soul I may adore and praise Him through endless ages.”