Bible narratives intersect our lives in many ways; they are supposed to. Making connections/relationships between people and between us and God is what they are about. Now that I have a grandson named Eli, I am paying more attention to the story of Eli, the ancient Hebrew priest in the Old Testament book of Samuel. Yesterday my cataract surgery went very smoothly.  I was only in the operating suite for about 15 minutes. Last night after I took my medications, taped a plastic eye guard over one eye, and then strapped on my CPAP gear I was feeling very thankful and yet also old and fragile. I remembered how my grandpa had cataract surgery when he was in his 80’s, and that was hospitalized for days with tiny sandbags stitched to his eyelids to protect his eyes from scarring. Becoming an old man has its rewards- among them my grandson Eli, and increasing grace to realize that all of life is a gift. Everything changes, and yet nothing changes. This morning I looked up the Bible passage which appeared like a movie in my imagination last night: John

Now the boy Samuel was ministering to the LORD under Eli. The word of the LORD was rare in those days; visions were not widespread. At that time Eli, whose eyesight had begun to grow dim so that he could not see, was lying down in his room; the lamp of God had not yet gone out, and Samuel was lying down in the temple of the LORD, where the ark of God was…. 1 Samuel 3:1-3 (NRSV)