The Country of the Blind
I was recently reminded of a story that I read back in high school called The Country of the Blind. The story was written by the famous British author, H.G. Wells, who wrote books such as The Island of Doctor Moreau, The Invisible Man, and The War of the Worlds. In this story a young mountaineer named Nunez slips and falls down the far side of the mountain in Ecuador. At the end of his descent, he finds a valley, cut off from the rest of the world on all sides by steep precipices. Unknown to Nunez, he has discovered the fabled Country of the Blind. The isolated community prospered over the years despite a disease that struck them early on, rendering all newborns blind. As the blindness slowly spread over the generations, their remaining senses sharpened. By the time the last sighted villager had died, the community had fully adapted to life without sight.
Nunez soon found the love of his life in this valley, but the elders of the village believed him to be foolish and that his ability to see was a disease. They would not allow him to marry his love until his eyes were removed. On the day of his operation he went to a beautiful valley to view his last glimpse of God’s creation. He soon made the hard decision to flee the country of the blind and his love for the world of sight.
I think we live in a world that is a lot like The Country of the Blind. There are those who believe our vision is a disease and that we need to be just like everyone else. Everyday we are tempted to join in the culture that blindly follows the mantra of self indulgence, instant gratification, and hedonism to the highest degree. We need to pray the prayer of the psalmist in Psalm 119—“Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.”
Living according to the Truth without compromise.