John 9.1-17

                As he walked along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned; he was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him. We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” When he had said this, he spat on the ground and made mud with the saliva and spread the mud on the man’s eyes, saying to him, “Go, wash in the pool of Siloam” (which means Sent). Then he went and washed and came back able to see.

                The neighbors and those who had seen him before as a beggar began to ask, “Is this not the man who used to sit and beg?” Some were saying, “It is he.” Others were saying, “No, but it is someone like him.” He kept saying, “I am the man.” But they kept asking him, “Then how were your eyes opened?” He answered, “The man called Jesus made mud, spread it on my eyes, and said to me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash.’ Then I went and washed and received my sight.” They said to him, “Where is he?” He said, “I do not know.”

                They brought to the Pharisees the man who had formerly been blind. Now it was a sabbath day when Jesus made the mud and opened his eyes. Then the Pharisees also began to ask him how he had received his sight. He said to them, “He put mud on my eyes. Then I washed, and now I see.” Some of the Pharisees said, “This man is not from God, for he does not observe the sabbath.” But others said, “How can a man who is a sinner perform such signs?” And they were divided.

                So they said again to the blind man, “What do you say about him? It was your eyes he opened.” He said, “He is a prophet.”


From Mark Mayer, Co-Pastor

Island Christian Church, Wheeling

“Now, keep your eyes closed as I remove this patch. It’s going to be bright, but tell me what you see,” said the doctor, five days after getting hit in the eye with a baseball. I was playing in center-field when, “Crack!” The highest fly ball I had ever seen, came like a rocket to the outfield. As I settled under the ball, I don’t know if it was someone on the third-base line whistling at the sight of the ball, or if it was the sound of the ball making re-entry into earth’s atmosphere as it came down towards me. I raised my glove, and the ball skimmed off the top of the webbing of my glove and smacked me on the outside corner of my left eye. I spent two days in the hospital, waiting for the swelling to go down and the headache to go away.          When I opened my eye, everything was blurry, but soon came into focus. I was going to be all right. No baseball for another week, but eventually I would be all right.

Even though I had not been “blind from birth” like the man in this Gospel reading, when my sight was returned, I was thankful to God for the gift that I had been given. And, I was thankful for the faith that carried me through that anxious time. The blind man had faith, and sight was given to him. What gifts are you “blind” to in your life? Let go…and let God. Have some “blind faith!”


Open my eyes to all that you have given –

even those gifts which have escaped my notice. Amen.