I Can See Myself in His Eyeballs: God Is Closer Than You Think

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What would it be like to get so close to God that we could see ourselves in his eyeballs? Not because we want to look at ourselves, but because we want to be that close to him--to the mysterious, wonderful, invisible God who reveals himself even in temptations, trials, and dangers.

Can you see God when your husband gets a speeding ticket? What about when your daughter wrecks her grandfather’s truck? Is he watching while you drive down the road ...

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Overview

What would it be like to get so close to God that we could see ourselves in his eyeballs? Not because we want to look at ourselves, but because we want to be that close to him--to the mysterious, wonderful, invisible God who reveals himself even in temptations, trials, and dangers.

Can you see God when your husband gets a speeding ticket? What about when your daughter wrecks her grandfather’s truck? Is he watching while you drive down the road in a Chevette held together by wire coat hangers?

With her usual sense of southern humor, Chonda Pierce invites us to open our eyes and our sense of humor as she teaches us how to catch God at work, especially in the most unlikely places. Like the time she got her ears pierced--contrary to the advice of her mother. She walked out of the jewelry store, saw two nuns, took them as a sign from God, and never wore pierced earrings again.

Chonda the comedian has touched thousands of women around the country, from stage or on video. 'To see or hear her is to love her,' is the unanimous response. But in her writing, Chonda brings a whole new depth of insight into her humor--humor that enables readers to dispel all gloom and experience the joy of the closeness of God in their everyday lives.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Is it possible to see ourselves, our hardships and our heartaches in the light of God's sovereign love? Author and comedienne Pierce (It's Always Darkest Before the Fun Comes Up and Chonda Pierce on Her Soapbox) finds novel ways to ask these questions as she shares the humorous foibles of life. Although Pierce's extensive travel schedule flavors her comedic repertoire with the exotic and the sensational, it's her hometown, small-church spin on life's happenings that brings home the spiritual relevancy. Among Pierce's 29 short drawn-from-life stories, the best pieces both for comedic value and their spiritual lessons are those involving her mother. At one of Pierce's speaking engagements in Buffalo, N.Y., "Momma" livened up the crowd by innocently complimenting the audience on their gorgeous city. But, Momma continued, Buffalo natives had become so used to weather extremes that they had long ago lost all dread of hell. Pierce lives and breathes to see everyday experiences through the perspective God intends. Using her finely tuned sense of humor, she exercises perceptive discretion as she describes the spiritual struggles faced by young and old. Pierce's tales of woe always end with a joyful exclamation of God's triumphant provision, transcendent of time and circumstance. Her many fans will enjoy this quirky balance of faith and fun. (Apr.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310235262
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 3/28/2001
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 1,421,915
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.60 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Chonda Pierce is a speaker, comedian, author, singer, preacher’s daughter, wife, and mother of two. She is author of It’s Always Darkest Before the Fun Comes Up and I Can See Myself in His Eyeballs, and she has performed on more than a dozen recordings. Chonda lives in Murfreesboro, Tennessee with her husband and two children. Visit her website at www.chonda.org.
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Chapter One

Momma Takes New York

"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature--have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse."

Romans 1: 20

Sometimes when I'm traveling to a place I know my momma would love to see, like New York, I take her along. Some of you may know Momma. She's been in my videos, and she's traveled with me on the road. But for those of you who don't know her, she's about five feet tall, born and raised in central Kentucky, graduated from Oddville High School, and traveled as far as Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Not until she hooked up to cable TV in the late '80s did she catch a glimpse of other parts of the world. So when the opportunity came to travel to New York with me, she rushed right out to Wal-Mart and bought one of those suitcases with a pullout handle and rollers so she wouldn't "slow us down."

Momma finds such joy in simple things--like the woman working the little market in the airport. Mom said she was going for some gum, so I sat at the gate and waited ... and waited ... and waited. Finally I grabbed our carry-on luggage and went to find her. She was in the little market chewing gum and chatting with the cashier. I signaled for her to come over to me, and she made a few small steps my way, but not before waving to her new friend and saying, "I'll be praying for your niece, now."

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Oh, you mean Margaret?" She pointed to the little woman behind the gum counter. "She's the nicest young lady. She told me all about her sister and her husband, who just got laid off from his computer programming job, but he's really, really good and hopes he has another job lined up this weekend. Her sister's doing okay, too, cleaning houses and working part-time at the grocery store. But their daughter, her niece, wants to get a tattoo. Oh, my." Mother just shook her head. "You help me pray for that family too, Chonda." I nodded and tugged Mom toward the gate.

We had to change planes in Newark, New Jersey, another place Mother had never been. "I can't believe I'm here in Newark," she sang. "Any famous people from Newark? I wonder what sort of restaurants they have in Newark. Now what state is Newark in?"

"We're in New Jersey, Mom," I said. "Just across the river from New York City."

Her eyes lit up.

"I'm going to buy a cup of coffee, Mom," I said. "While I'm gone, you can look out that window over there," and I pointed. "I think you can see the New York City skyline."

I must have been gone a good fifteen minutes because I couldn't find the French vanilla cream I wanted for my coffee. When I returned to the window, Mom was still there, pressed up against the glass. "Mom, can you see the city?"

Mom turned around slowly, tears streaming down her face. She dabbed at her eyes with her coat sleeve and sniffled as if she had a bad cold. "I can't believe this."

I knew I should have just gone with the regular cream. I shouldn't have left her for so long.

"What is it, Mother?"

"I just saw the Statue of Liberty," she said through tears. "I never thought I would live to see the Statue of Liberty. Oh, honey, thank you for bringing me along. God is so good to me, so faithful. This is the best day of my life!"

I gave her a napkin, draped my arm across her shoulders, and led her away from the glass. "Here, have some coffee."

She pushed away the cup. "No thanks, honey. I don't care for French vanilla."

I did a concert that night in Buffalo, New York, and introduced everyone to my mother. I even brought her up on the stage and gave her the microphone so she could say hello.

"I just love this state," she started. "You have so much to be proud of. Buffalo is the most gorgeous city I have ever seen. I never thought I would ever be here, in New York. This is a dream come true. This is really a gorgeous city. But, oh my, it's so cold here. It worries me a little bit because y'all might not think hell looks so bad when it's this cold, but I am glad Chonda brought me here. This is the best night of my life. I'll never ever forget--" I grabbed the microphone. But the audience loved my mother and gave her a standing ovation.

The next day, I was scheduled to drive over to Toronto to tape a television show, which I thought would be too grueling for Mom. But when I stepped out of the shower bright and early the next morning, she was up.

"Mom, why don't you sleep in?" I said. "Take it easy."

"Are you kidding?" she said. "Bonnie and Carol are meeting me in the lobby in a half hour to take me to Niagara Falls."

"Bonnie and Carol? But Mom, it's cold, and you have to get in and out of the car, and you were up late last night and--"

"It's Niagara Falls!" she said, almost scolding me. "You think I'm going to come this close to Niagara Falls and miss it?" She cinched up her coat and asked me to help her with the hood.

"Just don't get too close to the edge," I cautioned, pulling her furry hood down close to her eyes. For just a moment I thought about when I was a kid at my grandmother's house in Kentucky and Mom would bundle me up in fourteen layers of clothes so I wouldn't freeze when I went out sledding.

When I returned that night, I could tell Mom was back and already had eaten a good meal because of all the dishes stacked outside her door. She greeted my knock with, "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you're back. This is the greatest hotel. You push that little button on the telephone--the one with the picture of the knife and fork--and they bring you whatever you want to eat. And besides that, that little refrigerator over there is full of snacks--peanuts, chips, cold drinks. I think the church must have put them there. And downstairs is a beauty shop that fixed my hair better than I believe it's ever been fixed. And they won't take any money, either."

"No?"

"Oh no, honey. They just ask for my room number. Isn't that nice?"

I nodded and smiled, hoping she could see that her happiness made me happy too. "How was Niagara Falls?"

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First Chapter

Chapter One
Momma Takes New York
'For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.'
Romans 1:20
Sometimes when I'm traveling to a place I know my momma would love to see, like New York, I take her along. Some of you may know Momma. She's been in my videos, and she's traveled with me on the road. But for those of you who don't know her, she's about five feet tall, born and raised in central Kentucky, graduated from Oddville High School, and traveled as far as Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Not until she hooked up to cable TV in the late '80s did she catch a glimpse of other parts of the world. So when the opportunity came to travel to New York with me, she rushed right out to Wal-Mart and bought one of those suitcases with a pullout handle and rollers so she wouldn't 'slow us down.'
Momma finds such joy in simple things—like the woman working the little market in the airport. Mom said she was going for some gum, so I sat at the gate and waited ... and waited ... and waited. Finally I grabbed our carry-on luggage and went to find her. She was in the little market chewing gum and chatting with the cashier. I signaled for her to come over to me, and she made a few small steps my way, but not before waving to her new friend and saying, 'I'll be praying for your niece, now.'
'What was that all about?' I asked.
'Oh, you mean Margaret?' She pointed to the little woman behind the gum counter. 'She's the nicest young lady. She told me all about her sister and her husband, who just got laid off from his computer programming job, but he's really, really good and hopes he has another job lined up this weekend. Her sister's doing okay, too, cleaning houses and working part-time at the grocery store. But their daughter, her niece, wants to get a tattoo. Oh, my.' Mother just shook her head. 'You help me pray for that family too, Chonda.' I nodded and tugged Mom toward the gate.
We had to change planes in Newark, New Jersey, another place Mother had never been. 'I can't believe I'm here in Newark,' she sang. 'Any famous people from Newark? I wonder what sort of restaurants they have in Newark. Now what state is Newark in?'
'We're in New Jersey, Mom,' I said. 'Just across the river from New York City.'
Her eyes lit up.
'I'm going to buy a cup of coffee, Mom,' I said. 'While I'm gone, you can look out that window over there,' and I pointed. 'I think you can see the New York City skyline.'
I must have been gone a good fifteen minutes because I couldn't find the French vanilla cream I wanted for my coffee. When I returned to the window, Mom was still there, pressed up against the glass. 'Mom, can you see the city?'
Mom turned around slowly, tears streaming down her face. She dabbed at her eyes with her coat sleeve and sniffled as if she had a bad cold. 'I can't believe this.'
I knew I should have just gone with the regular cream. I shouldn't have left her for so long.
'What is it, Mother?'
'I just saw the Statue of Liberty,' she said through tears. 'I never thought I would live to see the Statue of Liberty. Oh, honey, thank you for bringing me along. God is so good to me, so faithful. This is the best day of my life!'
I gave her a napkin, draped my arm across her shoulders, and led her away from the glass. 'Here, have some coffee.'
She pushed away the cup. 'No thanks, honey. I don't care for French vanilla.'
I did a concert that night in Buffalo, New York, and introduced everyone to my mother. I even brought her up on the stage and gave her the microphone so she could say hello.
'I just love this state,' she started. 'You have so much to be proud of. Buffalo is the most gorgeous city I have ever seen. I never thought I would ever be here, in New York. This is a dream come true. This is really a gorgeous city. But, oh my, it's so cold here. It worries me a little bit because y'all might not think hell looks so bad when it's this cold, but I am glad Chonda brought me here. This is the best night of my life. I'll never ever forget—' I grabbed the microphone. But the audience loved my mother and gave her a standing ovation.
The next day, I was scheduled to drive over to Toronto to tape a television show, which I thought would be too grueling for Mom. But when I stepped out of the shower bright and early the next morning, she was up.
'Mom, why don't you sleep in?' I said. 'Take it easy.'
'Are you kidding?' she said. 'Bonnie and Carol are meeting me in the lobby in a half hour to take me to Niagara Falls.'
'Bonnie and Carol? But Mom, it's cold, and you have to get in and out of the car, and you were up late last night and—'
'It's Niagara Falls!' she said, almost scolding me. 'You think I'm going to come this close to Niagara Falls and miss it?' She cinched up her coat and asked me to help her with the hood.
'Just don't get too close to the edge,' I cautioned, pulling her furry hood down close to her eyes. For just a moment I thought about when I was a kid at my grandmother's house in Kentucky and Mom would bundle me up in fourteen layers of clothes so I wouldn't freeze when I went out sledding.
When I returned that night, I could tell Mom was back and already had eaten a good meal because of all the dishes stacked outside her door. She greeted my knock with, 'Oh, honey, I'm so glad you're back. This is the greatest hotel. You push that little button on the telephone—the one with the picture of the knife and fork—and they bring you whatever you want to eat. And besides that, that little refrigerator over there is full of snacks—peanuts, chips, cold drinks. I think the church must have put them there. And downstairs is a beauty shop that fixed my hair better than I believe it's ever been fixed. And they won't take any money, either.'
'No?'
'Oh no, honey. They just ask for my room number. Isn't that nice?'
I nodded and smiled, hoping she could see that her happiness made me happy too. 'How was Niagara Falls?'

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