On John 9
At Bible study Friday night, we read John 9. Jesus healing a blind man. And I think about a friend's question about if you could meet one person in time here in the flesh, and how obviously I would choose Jesus. Not as a Sunday School cliche, but more along the lines of The Bronze Bow, and how moving it was to read about the main character encountering Jesus. How true, how pure, how amazing to meet Him and experience his heart towards me.
And we discussed that Jesus' spit, what came out of his mouth, much like his words, being spirit and light, was mixed with the dirt, with our humanity, and what he made was clay. A blend of humanity and spirit. Then he put it on the man's eyes, which made his vision even more impossible, until he had him WASH. This, like baptism with water and spirit, is what symbolized and sealed this man's new life beginning, and lo and behold, he who was blind could now see.
I recall my blindness, my darkness of heart and spirit. How Jesus opened my eyes and gave me a new life on May 29, 2011. It was my road to Damascus, my encounter with the Living Lord.
That day I could see. And when I struggle in the present, in the flesh, I must remember where I was before that day, and see how far I have come. The loneliness and turmoil and despair that inhabited me until that day, has been replaced with clarity and true love. And it is overwhelming to consider this. I need to remember and be grateful.
"Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!"
And we discussed that Jesus' spit, what came out of his mouth, much like his words, being spirit and light, was mixed with the dirt, with our humanity, and what he made was clay. A blend of humanity and spirit. Then he put it on the man's eyes, which made his vision even more impossible, until he had him WASH. This, like baptism with water and spirit, is what symbolized and sealed this man's new life beginning, and lo and behold, he who was blind could now see.
I recall my blindness, my darkness of heart and spirit. How Jesus opened my eyes and gave me a new life on May 29, 2011. It was my road to Damascus, my encounter with the Living Lord.
That day I could see. And when I struggle in the present, in the flesh, I must remember where I was before that day, and see how far I have come. The loneliness and turmoil and despair that inhabited me until that day, has been replaced with clarity and true love. And it is overwhelming to consider this. I need to remember and be grateful.
"Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!"
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