“As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth.” (John 9:1)
“Mom, something got into my eye!”
My son covered one of his eyes in agony. Instantly I knew just what to do. A few days prior, I bought a bottle of artificial tears, mainly to relieve my dry eyes. It was inside the medicine cabinet on the 2nd floor.
“Let’s go upstairs. I have something that will help you.”
I quickened my steps and hurried upstairs. I turned around with no sight of my son.
“C’mon, Jeremy! I said come upstairs! What are you doing?!” I raised my voice as I was feeling slightly annoyed.
“But Mom…I can’t see…”
From the top of the stairs, I saw my son still standing there with his hands covering his eyes. That’s right, the poor thing couldn’t see!
“Oh, I am sorry.”
Realizing my own daftness, my voice softened. I went downstairs and took his hand. Together, we walked upstairs.
I had just learned a valuable lesson.
More often than not, we are so impressed with our ability to solve problems that we fail to see the plight and condition of the people we are trying to help.
Two of the most notable miracles Jesus performed were for a man that was born blind and one that was born lame.
God didn’t holler from the sky telling the blind man to see and the lame man to walk. He sent His Son, in the flesh, to come and touch the very people that were hurting.
If you want to help someone, don’t send a link. Walk with him, talk with her. Give the gift of presence.