Most of us have no idea what it is to be blind, not to see the faces of our family and friends, not to see the beauty of the sunrise, sunset, spring and summer flowers, fall foliage or magnificent works or art. We are blessed with the gift of sight which we so often take for granted, unless it is jeopardized by age or dreaded diseases such as glaucoma or macular degenration. Yet in many ways we are blind. We cannot see even to the next hour, tomorrow, or five years from now. When death takes the young, we struggle to understand, and ask, "Why" over and over again. It is then when we share the longing and the prayer of the blindman Jesus encountered on the road to Jericho, whom Matthew identifies as Bartimeus. He first recognizes Jesus as the Son of David and calls on him for mercy. Then, Jesus asks him directly what he wants, letting him put forth his demand, and allowing Jesus to respond. "Lord, that I may see" or in more contemporary language, "Lord, please let me see again." (Lk 18: 41). Jesus tells him that his faith has saved him and restores his sight. Bartimeus immediately praises God and follows Jesus.
When we are lost in the mystery of darkness, the oblivion of WHY, we can only ask for mercy, and then allow Jesus to give us the sight which brings us understanding and comfort. We cannot reason or find it ourselves. It is a gift from God.
Bro. Rene
Monday, November 18, 2013
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