The Blind Man

“Lord, I believe,”

~John 9: 38~

Do you know this story? A story about a man, born blind and how Jesus searched for Him up and down the Jerusalem streets.

Again, I found myself somewhere between the lines in the Bible. This time, in this man’s position. Why am I sharing this? This is not for me alone.

Have heard about blind faith? What do you think?

 Every human, regardless of what religion or belief they are in, had been in the same condition where this man in John 9 was. Maybe some are still in that position. Feel bad? Worry not. If you haven’t reached the end of the story, continue reading. Jesus did say..
“I came to judge. So that the blind can see.”
So deep. Think of it.

So many unfortunate people in this world. Some can’t talk, others can’t walk, can’t hear, can’t see. Some remain in their unfortunate condition until the end of their life. But some are lucky enough to be able to experience the healing. Why is that? Maybe because they were chosen right from the beginning..to proclaim the glory of His name. So that the works of God might be displayed in them. Some were able to realize this, some were not. Why this man in John 9 was healed? Jesus chose Him. We too, were ‘blind’, but He works in His own way to heal us. He never ignore His own child whenever He passed by. He’ll always have time to heal.  As a child of God, all of us were chosen to proclaim His righteousness. To be able to see that, all we need to do is to believe. No one will be abandoned. When we were lost, He looked for us.
Jesus didn’t stop for lunch, hadn’t pause to rest. When He found Him, He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, saying..“There you are! I’ve been looking for you!”
Can’t you see how deep that is?

Right after He put the mud-miracle on the man’s eyes, He asked him to wash in the pool of Siloam. But when the man came back, He was not there. So he went to the town and proclaimed the miracle to others but no one believed him. Instead, they kicked him out. Born blind only to be healed. Healed only to be kicked out. Kicked out only to be left alone.

I can see this same scenario happening these days.
 Sharing our faith to others, to those who are supposed to share the same thing, under that same Name. But as you can see, things are not always easy. After taking so much courage..finally, only rejection at the end. Like the one in the story. Being ‘kicked out’ sometimes..many times, and it hurts. This always happen. It happen to me too.

Like the man in the reading, I raced back, danced back, roared back ‘seeing’ for the first time. But yes, not everyone is happy enough to celebrate.

But Jesus, He heard that the man had been kicked-out and He searched the entire town for him.

He searched for me. He tracked me down. A troubled pauper.

“He put His hand on the man’s shoulder.”

He touched my shoulder and I turned. I ‘saw’ Him, the One who healed me. I know He cares. I know He understands. And I know I’m not alone.

“The man worshipped Him. He kept on wrapping his arms around the waist of the One who gave Him sight.”

I worship Him! Just like a bride, seeing her groom, I forgot about myself. Everything changes when I look at ‘my groom’. Just as He came to the blind man, He came to me..for me. For us.

The hand that touched the blind man’s shoulder touches my cheeks. The face that changes his life changes mine. And when I see Him, I will bow in worship.

Was blind, but now I see. Always, I will say

“Lord, I believe.”