Red dust caked his sweaty brow, dried his cracked lips and settled on his unseeing eyes. Today, like every day he sat by the side of the road desperate for kindness. But everyone passed by too busy to notice him, to stop and give that one coin that would make his next meal possible. The sun was relentless but so was his need.
It never got easier, the loneliness, the aching longing for someone to care, even to be able to see the passing crowd and catch their eye. But something was different today, he sensed a swelling crowd, a sense of urgency and someone told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is coming”.
“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me”, he called out again and again. The crowd tried to silence him but he screamed all the louder, desperate to be heard over the noisy throng.
Jesus heard, not just his cry, but his faith. Calling for him to be brought to him, Jesus asked the strange question, “What do you want me to do for you?” “I want to see”, the blind beggar replied.
His healing was instant. This man who’d had no sight, no job and totally dependent on others, had the most important thing that no money can buy, he had faith and Jesus said, “Your faith has saved and healed you”.
Where are my blind spots?
Where am I blind to the truth about myself – denying reality?
Where is the log in my own eye?
Where am I failing to recognise God’s leading?
Where am I blind to the unhelpful ways I relate to others?
Lord, I want to see.
Where am I blind to your glory around me everyday?
Where do I fail to see the beauty in others?
Where is love being offered and I don’t even notice?
Where do I scurry passed the needy, the person who longs for love and understanding, the grieving, the homeless, the lonely?
Lord, I want to see.
Open my eyes.
It never got easier, the loneliness, the aching longing for someone to care, even to be able to see the passing crowd and catch their eye. But something was different today, he sensed a swelling crowd, a sense of urgency and someone told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is coming”.
“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me”, he called out again and again. The crowd tried to silence him but he screamed all the louder, desperate to be heard over the noisy throng.
Jesus heard, not just his cry, but his faith. Calling for him to be brought to him, Jesus asked the strange question, “What do you want me to do for you?” “I want to see”, the blind beggar replied.
His healing was instant. This man who’d had no sight, no job and totally dependent on others, had the most important thing that no money can buy, he had faith and Jesus said, “Your faith has saved and healed you”.
Where are my blind spots?
Where am I blind to the truth about myself – denying reality?
Where is the log in my own eye?
Where am I failing to recognise God’s leading?
Where am I blind to the unhelpful ways I relate to others?
Lord, I want to see.
Where am I blind to your glory around me everyday?
Where do I fail to see the beauty in others?
Where is love being offered and I don’t even notice?
Where do I scurry passed the needy, the person who longs for love and understanding, the grieving, the homeless, the lonely?
Lord, I want to see.
Open my eyes.
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