Gehazi needed glasses. Sorely outnumbered and about to die, he knew that he and his boss had just moments to live.

At any minute the door would be kicked in and soldiers would spill in like ants through a crack to end their lives.

If only he had taken that cruise on the Mediterranean. His life was over. Or was it?

Gehazi was the servant of a prophet named Elisha. Gehazi’s master had been given X-Men-like superpowers by God that enabled him to hear from over acountry away the things people whispered in their bedrooms.

This made him dreadfully valuable to the king of Israel when it came to espionage and counterterrorism.

He was an old-school version of a surveillance drone, except without the billion-dollar price tag.

Elisha’s uncanny knack for knowing what Israel’s enemies were going to do before they themselves did also put a target on his back—and that of anyone close to him.

His servant Gehazi, for instance.Collateral damage.
A bounty had been placed on Elisha’s head. Vultures circled.

That morning Gehazi opened the door and saw that they were surrounded. Soldiers fanned out around them as far as the eye could see.
The BC equivalent of red laser sight beams appeared on his chest from every direction. This was it.

“Master!” he managed through clenched teeth, without moving an inch.

Elisha made his way to the doorway, casually glancing at the leering mob that had amassed and was slowly approaching from all four directions.

Clearly unfazed, he asked Gehazi what was the matter. “Oh no!”, Gehazi thought. He’s finally lost it! What does he mean, “What’s the matter?” Does he think they’re here to sell us Girl Scout cookies?

Gehazi gasped and then whispered, “These soldiers! What are we going todo?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Elisha said. This was almost more than Gehazi could handle.

Mind you, he had seen some things in his time as Elisha’s assistant. But this was going to the next level.
His master clearly was delusional.

They had maybe five minutes before the soldiers reached them, and perhaps an additional two where they could hold them off if they wedged furniture behind the door—and that was the best-case scenario. Yet here was Elisha, practically singing the lyrics to “It’s a Small World” and pretending everything was going to be all right.

Things were most definitely not going to be all right.
Elisha continued: “There are more on our side than on the enemies’.”

Gehazi processed this and did some quick counting. Looking at the soldiers, he estimated that there were five or six thousand.

Then he looked at himself and Elisha, and the counting was much easier: one, two.

Good thing Elisha got into the ministry, because math is clearly not his strong suit, Gehazi thought, genuinely feeling sorry for the bald, weathered man who was obviously nuts.
Elisha smiled, and with a twinkle in his eye he prayed, “Lord, open his eyes so he can see.”

Gehazi looked outside once more. He still saw the soldiers with their armor and their weapons, but now that wasn’t all he saw.

On the hills above those soldiers, he could now see another army—a bigger, far more powerful army.
There were glorious, glowing warriors riding chariots that shimmered like fire,spilling up the canyon into the sky.

Bright like the dawn and as powerful as a thunderous waterfall, each of them wielded a terrible bow with an arrow at the ready. There must have been a hundred thousand of them.

The sight made Gehazi’s fingertips tingle and his heart flutter. He felt giddy like a child and wanted to laugh and run. Safe—above all else, he felt safe. And he was.

What is so important about this Bible story (2 Kings 6:15–17) is that the angels didn’t show up when Gehazi’s eyes were opened. They were there when he couldn’t see them. Present but invisible. Gehazi was staring at them everytime he looked outside; he just didn’t know it.

When God opened Gehazi’s eyes to see the unseen, he still saw the enemy soldiers. They didn’t go away.

Why was he no longer afraid of them? He now understood that the thing that had him surrounded was itself surrounded by God. So it always is.

So it is spiritually. You must not rely on the naked eye. What you think you see is not all that is there.

There are unseen things. Spiritual things. Eternal things. You must learn to see life through the eyes of FAITH.

Doing so is to utilize the telescope of faith, which will not only allow you to perceive the invisible—it will give you the strength to do the impossible, to face the impossible. After all, God surrounds what you think is after you!

Like Gehazi, I pray that your eyes will see the unseen!




We are John and Mary Munene and we love the Lord! Christ is our all in all! All we are is by God’s grace. Apart from having our individual careers, we are ardent bloggers, authors and misters of God's word. We have been blessed with two amazing children. A beautiful daughter and a handsome son. We love adventure, anything with lots of adrenaline is always a ‘go-thing’ for us! A cup of coffee next to a fireplace and a good book always does good to our souls! Hope you enjoy this blog!

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