When the first big snow came a few weeks ago, I had no trouble finding the salt to make the walks secure. It was there inside the front door where it had been since last winter. Spring came and then summer and then Fall. The bucket with its blue lid was there the whole time. I passed it every day, but I no longer saw it. Originally, I had planned to put it in the garage when winter was done, but I no longer could see it. Advertising experts tell us that any poster up for more than two weeks is no longer seen by those who regularly walk past it. As they put it, it has now become wall paper, only noticeable when it is removed. How much we miss when thing become too familiar. I appreciate the sentiment of the hymn “Open my eyes that I may see glimpse of truth Thou hast for me…” I have been tempted to add it as an introduction for every sermon, but if I did that, soon no one would “see” after the first few times. Perhaps the goal for worship would be enough that is familiar to make us feel secure and enough that is new to make up feel challenged. If we are not observant we might even miss what God is doing with us and in our world. Open our eyes Lord that we might see you clearly even with our distracted sight.