Commentary: The eyes of Africa

I remember the day my dad thrust his prized Kodak Retina II into my hands and said, “Here. Why don’t you take a picture.”

I think I might have been eight.

Since that day my heart races most smoothly when there’s a camera in my hands. I’m in control! I’m ready to freeze time! I’m poised to preserve a moment, like jelly in a jar!

So, you can understand that I was in a little heaven-on-earth when, with wife and friends, I “did safari” on the Serengeti in Tanzania, Africa. You must do it some day.

I’ve had God-moments looking through a camera lens. I could tell you about a few. When God-moments happen they can make you gasp.

The eyes are the gateway of the soul. That’s why we spend more time looking at a person’s eyes in a picture than any other feature on a face.

So I’d like to share a God moment with the photo above. Our last stop in Tanzania was a Maasai village near Arusha. This little guy was in the arms of his mother. I won’t forget the eyes – full of awe and wonder, full of innocence, full of questions . . . . . full of God.

Glad we could get together.