Smoke Gets in Your Eye

Matthew 7:3, says,

‘Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?’

So I poked around in my right eye, and I found a stick. I pulled at it. It became a branch and then a full-fledged tree.

I thought.

Oh my!

Oh, me?

Then, in my left eye, I noticed a speck. A floater, I thought. If it was any bigger, it may have been a torn retina.

Not good.

But the floater turned out to be a tiny bit of an old stump. An old stump with an odd shaped fungi attached to it.

I gathered all of these pieces of wood and threw them into a rather large pile.

I dropped a match, and beautiful bonfire began to blaze.

Smoke got in my eyes.

And now I can see.