I hardly have a day pass that I do not recall the days before I met Christ. Though I thought at the time I was happy, I was deceiving myself. My penchant for doing my own thing and taking pleasure from whatever I deemed pleasurable was self-saturated sinfulness. I sometimes wish I could take a hot poker and purge those days of selfish blackness from my mind. However, I think God allows my memory to clearly remember because He wants me to realize it was He who changed my life. It was He who took me by the hand and led me out of the darkness of despair, disappointment, and self-destruction. It was He who opened my eyes and let me see His glory and unsurpassing love.
I can tell others what Christ did for others, but it is not as credible as when I tell my own story. My own encounter with the living Lord. Even then many will not believe. Many will scoff. But the blessing of being a believer and having met the Lord Jesus Christ, no one can take that away from you. It’s impossible to destroy the link between His Spirit and mine. After all, it was He who gave me hearing and vision and faith. No other, but Jesus.
“As He passed along, He noticed a man blind from his birth.” John 9:1
From the day we are born, we are blind. We are blind to our own sins. We, like Adam and Eve, begin justifying our actions: He talked me into eating it. She gave it to me. We blame our actions on others, we don’t recognize our own fault, our own sin, our own responsibility in wrongdoing. It’s someone else’s fault–the way our parents raised us, the mean teachers, the unreasonable coaches, the tyrant of an employer, the ignorance of a Bible teacher, the uncompassion of a fellow church member. The list could go on and on as to how we justify our actions, and why we cannot see our own blindness.
Jesus met a blind man sitting at the gates, begging. The disciples asked Jesus whose sin caused this blindness, the man or his parents. Jesus told them it was “neither”. His blindness, his helpless estate was to prove the power of God. To show that through God, one who is blind can see. It wasn’t mercy mud that saved this man as Jesus spat on the ground and made clay to cover the blind man’s eyes. It wasn’t even the water in the Pool of Siloam (which means sent), that washed away his blindness. It was the blindman acting upon the authority of Jesus, it was the faith he was using to obey what Jesus told him to do. What if he rubbed the mud from his eyes and said, “You’re crazy. Why are you doing this? What good is your spit and mud to me? What good is washing it off in the Pool of Siloam?” He would still be blind.
But with the authority of Jesus voice–His Word–the blindman heard and obeyed. And quickly he became a messenger of Christ to the world. That He is the Light. He takes darkness and changes it to light. He takes sin and exposes for what it is. We can try to rationalize it and blame it on Serpents, wives and husbands–friends and strangers, but in the end it all comes down to recognizing our individual need for Jesus. We need His cleansing touch. Our blindness to God is His opportunity to show the workings of His glory once we have seen Him change us. Then it is our mission and ministry to share what He has done for us so through us He may be made manifest to others.
PRAYER: Lord, keep us mindful of the reason you opened our eyes and ears to You. Help us to be obedient to Your voice as You lead us into the paths of those who are still blind. Let us remember that You have transformed us. You and you, alone. Amen