Ian is my thing!
I wonder why that verse refers only to one eye.
Light emanated from Ian and his single working eye. I'm beginning to wonder if that's why he was so focused when it came to the gospel. We have hundreds of photos of him just like this one. Before cameras and computers could fix red eye, I fixed them with a sharpie. It's very interesting to me that the blind eye reflects no light back into the camera.
He really did have no problem with learning the gospel. It came easier than anything else. He got it, and even if he couldn't find the scripture in the book, he could tell you what it meant. Keith and I thought it would be impossible for him to attend early morning seminary with any regularity because of the rest he needed, but we never told him that. He got up and went everyday--even as the only boy in the class.
When he was first a deacon he passed the sacrament in a wheelchair for 8 or 10 weeks. He passed the sacrament as the only young man on countless Sundays, and as a teacher prepared the table alone. He went to do service projects, when all he had the energy to do was watch, but he went. Once when the youth went caroling at Christmas he waited until the song was over and everyone was walking back to the car and he went back up to the porch and asked the sister he home taught if she needed anything.
He had the best judge of character of anyone I've ever known. A few times I had to explain circumstances he wasn't aware of, but usually he was right on the money. That eye served him well in gospel purposes.
I've always had the best vision of anyone I knew. My eye doctor several years ago told me my neighbors should be nervous. And yet I've always been apprehensive to get right up and meet priesthood leaders. I've always felt they could see into my soul and know all my flaws. Could that have something to do with what my eyes reflect about me-- or don't reflect?
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