Thinking of the miracles Jesus performed that involved Him making blind people see.
Thinking too of the ways in which those people came into contact with Him.
And of one man in particular, referred to in at least one of the Gospels as Bartimaeus.
Thinking of the Living Bible’s translation and how it is noted that he heard Jesus was passing by and cried out to Him, repeatedly, in spite of the crowd telling him to be quiet
“Son of David, have mercy on me.”
Thinking of how much I too need His mercy every day.
When Jesus asked him what he wanted, the Living Bible, notes that he “pleaded” with Him,
“I want to see.”
And Jesus healed Him.
Physical blindness is easy to recognize.
Spiritual blindness, less so.
Jesus heals both and I am thankful.
I cry out like the blind man and like David
“Open my eyes that I may see.”