Eye problems are concerning. One wants to be able to see. Yet, many of us, including me, are dependent on vision healthcare givers. Glasses have been part of my attire for over 50 years. I am quite accustomed to them. First in the morning; last in the evening—that would be my glasses.
Recently, however, a new problem has popped up: floaters. When I complained to my retina doctor, whom I see on a regular basis for macular degeneration, he dismissed my concern and more or less told me to “deal with them.” At first they appeared after an Avastin® injection and slowly disappeared. Now, they have set up housekeeping.
When I am concentrating on something, they seem to disappear. Seem, is the keyword. I don’t see them because I am concentrating on something else. For instance, when I read my Bible, I do not see them. When I am reading something fiction, I see them. When I am watching a shoot ‘em up cowboy movie, but other shows, well, sometimes I see those pesky black dots.
Those floaters are distractions. They are the same as those things that keep us from doing the right thing. They are not necessary bad or harmful. Preachers and Bible teachers call them sins of omission. What gets in the way of Bible reading, prayer, giving out a tract or word of witness? That, dear reader, is a floater.