There is something even worse than being blind. I know, because it happened to me. The year was 1954. A two pound premature baby was blinded by high doses of oxygen. Never again would this child see the beauty all around him! Never would he see the faces of his loved ones!
Fast forward to 1974. That child, now grown, listens as dirt falls heavily on his mother's casket! I was that child, alone, facing death, my enemy, knowing that I would lose!
Fast forward to 1975. It was Easter! I finally understood that Jesus had conquered death! I kept repeating over and over again these wonderful words: "I don't have to be afraid of death!"
Jesus brought me a heavenly deposit of hope into my dark hell on earth. Never to see beauty is truly sad! However, having no hope is hell!