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Meeting Jesus

“Ah, the sounds of the world waking up and preparing for the Sabbath.  I wonder what the sunrise looks like. I wonder what it is like to see, to work a job instead of beg.” After breakfast, he walked to a familiar spot, to beg for his sustenance. As he felt his way along the buildings and fences, he took in the morning through his other senses – the chill of daybreak, the conversations of people walking by, and the various smells of the morning. He had long ago grown familiar with the layout of the town and greeted many of the people on his trek.

As he settled down for the day, footsteps of a group of people attracted his attention, especially when he noted they were talking about him.  “I hate when people talk about me as if I weren’t here” he thought to himself. But he had learned long ago to remain quiet, a possible handout was at stake. One voice seemed to be special. That voice spoke of the purpose of his blindness.  He had long ago tired of these speculations. But “that the works of God should be made manifest in him” was a new one. What did that mean?

The group stopped in front of him. He held his cup out, hoping they would give him something. He heard the leader, Jesus spit and crouch down and stir the dirt around. Jesus rose and gently touched His head, then applied the muddy concoction on his eyes. He had been through many different treatments.  This was nothing new.  Jesus told him to go wash in the pool of Siloam. He thought, “Who is Jesus? Why should I listen to Him? What made this different? Yet, something is different.”

Have you met Jesus?

“And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam, (which is by interpretation, Sent.)” John 9:7.

© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff