I’ve recently discovered Agatha Christie. Oh, I’ve known about her, but Iike a person uninformed I have passed right by her books in the library to go on to something that proved less interesting. Until now. I love mysteries, and if you throw in a couple of aging British mystery-solvers with a flair for language and unfailingly keen observation, I’m hooked.

Yesterday as I was reading, this wonderfully descriptive sentence struck me: “Her eyes were like windows in an empty house.”

Which, of course, got me thinking. I’ve seen eyes like that. Truthfully, I’m afraid my own eyes have been like that. Our eyes reflect what we are inside. They tell the tale, and try as we might, we can’t do a good job of making them tell anything but the truth. Do they shine with hope, or are they dull with hopelessness?

In Ephesians 1:17-19, Paul writes, “…that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give you a spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the knowledge of him, having the eyes of your hearts enlightened, that you may know what is the hope to which he has called you, what are the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power toward us who believe, according to the working of his great might….”

Paul knows the source of anything good coming from us. It is God’s work, his calling, his enlightening the eyes of our heart that puts the shine in our eyes. The house in which the Spirit of God dwells is not an empty house, but one whose windows are ablaze with the light of his glory.

Wondrous thought.