He replied, "Whether he is a sinner or not, I don't know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!"
I'm aware before I go for my yearly eye exam with Dr. H. that the cataract in my left eye is getting worse. I'm simply not seeing with my contacts the way I used to. It's not what I want, not in the least, but it is happening all the same. Dr. H. has always been up front with me that I, not he, will know when it's time to schedule the surgery to correct my vision. So after I tell him I'm no longer comfortable driving in the dark as the oncoming headlights and even street lights cast a sinister glare, he has two words:
Okay, folks, I'm a
And when the new contacts Dr. H. orders for me come in? Wow! Just wow! I didn't realize until I put them in how blind I am, how much I am missing. The world is crystal clear, the colors alive and vibrant, my depth perception improved in ways I never could have imagined. Hey! If the contacts work this well, why not put off the removal of the real nemesis? I mean, how much worse can it possibly get?
My husband, Danny, provides a shot of reality. "How much worse do you really want this to get until you do something about it and fix the problem for good?"
But I can't help but be
And I am reminded: The blind man whom Jesus heals doesn't know, when confronted by the Pharisees, if Jesus is a sinner, but he chooses to trust the Lord anyway, declaring what he does know for sure.
I was blind, but now I see.
His sight is restored; his faith renewed.
And he has learned, with eyes wide open in gratitude, to place his life and future in the hands of Jesus.
I know I need to do the same.
How about you?