A Profound Simplicity

A journey. A random sighting. Questions.Blindness-1

Spit. Mud. Water. Sight.

So much had happened so fast. He had been sitting near the roadside when a Man saw him. Most people didn’t see him. Or if they did, they pretended he wasn’t there. Because he was always there. What else could he do? Being blind, he was at the mercy of those who passed by to provide him with a few coins or some bread for the day. So when this Man saw him, he figured it would be just the same.

Blindness had sharpened his other senses. He was an expert at hearing footsteps. He knew when it was a child skipping along or an old person with a limp. He could tell from the voices and language whether it was a neighbor or a foreigner walking by. He could hear the negative whispers about him. But this time he heard a different conversation.

Parents. Sin. God. Light.

He heard some strange sounds.

Spitting. Digging. Squishing.

Then he was shocked to feel a thick wet substance being pressed over his eyes. The Man’s voice told him to go wash it off in a nearby pool. Desiring to remove the now-drying mud, he groped his way down the familiar path to the pool and quickly rinsed it off.

Light! Color! Beauty!

Shock. Awe. Stumbling home.

Those same neighbors who had seen him every day on the path to town, who had ignored him or whispered about him– these same people were now unsure it was him. He looked familiar and sounded the same. But how could he see? The healed man kept repeating, “It’s me! I am the person you know! I am the man!”

Sometimes we get so used to a person being blind, or broken, or abusive, that we don’t know how to accept them when they change. As hard as it has been, we just got used to it “that way”. Used to the heartache or the anger or the absence. Used to the pain of the disease or loss. At least we knew what to expect and could be prepared.

But when change comes, even good change, chaos follows. How did this happen? How do I respond? I’ve lived so long without this good in my life – how do I make room for it now? Naturally, the blind man’s friends wanted answers about how this had happened. Much debate followed. But the now-former-blind man had the greatest insight of all, helping them to see what really mattered.

I was blind. Now I see.

The mud, the love, the miracle – Jesus changed this man’s life. And no one could argue with that. Sometimes God makes it so simple and we make it so complicated.

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever       believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”

Simply the most profound message ever given. Perhaps you have lived a long time without God in your life. You are used to it that way. It seems too complicated to change. But it isn’t, really. Just like the mud on the blind man’s eyes, Jesus has done all the work. You just need to believe He is who He says He is and accept what He has done for you. The words of this well-known hymn state it so well:

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.”


About Deb Ashley

At home, Deb is the wife of Mark and mom of three adult children. She enjoys cooking, taking care of a small but somewhat productive garden, feeding the local community of birds and other assorted critters, and taking naps with her dog Mandy. Her passions include teaching, writing and music. In the community, Deb enjoys working alongside her husband in his role as a pastor. She is involved in teaching and encouraging women from all walks of life through book studies, counseling, and speaking opportunities.
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