The Blind Spot

"Watch out and be on guard against all greed, for one's life is not in the abundance of his possessions." (Luke 12:15)

Every car has a blind spot. There is a place just beside you where a whole automobile can sit completely unseen, and unless you turn your head and look back over your shoulder you will never know it is there. So you move to merge, and the horn blares, and you mouth an apology through the glass, because you truly did not see them. Some cars now light a small triangle in the mirror and beep when the lane is not clear. Left to ourselves, we have no such warning.

There are blind spots in the soul as well, places where we are deceived and do not know it. And here is the hard thing said plainly: there may be a blind spot deceiving you at this very moment, and you cannot see it, and only other people can. That is what a blind spot is. It is not a sin you are ignoring. It is a thing you are structurally unable to see from where you sit.

Which means you cannot fix this one alone. You cannot introspect your way out of a blindness, because the blindness covers the very place you would need to look. You need someone in the car with you, close enough and honest enough to turn the radio down and say, there is something beside you that you cannot see.

So the question is not whether you have blind spots. You do. The question is whether you have let anyone near enough to name them. Do you have that person? Or have you slowly arranged your life so that no one is close enough to beep?