22 Jesus and his disciples came to Bethsaida. Some people brought a blind man to him. They begged Jesus to touch him. 23 He took the blind man by the hand. Then he led him outside the village. He spit on the man’s eyes and placed his hands on him. “Do you see anything?” Jesus asked. 24 The man looked up. He said, “I see people. They look like trees walking around.” 25 Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened so that he could see again. He saw everything clearly. 26 Jesus sent him home. He told him, “Don’t even go into the village.”
I love how physical this healing is. There is nothing neat about this process.
Jesus, the Son of God, spits on this man’s eyes… Really? Almighty God doesn’t pick a cleaner or more clinical option? Perhaps a more spiritual alternative? Why?
It says Jesus lays hands on the man’s eyes more than once, and even asks him part way through, “do you see anything?” It’s so everyday, so grounded… Yet the results are miraculous. No sight. Sight. Dependent. Independent. Isolated. Connected. Wow!
Am I trusting God, that He can move in the everyday and the ordinary, to do the miraculous? Am I looking for God to turn up in the mess and mundane of life? Do I dare to believe that God is more than comfortable in humble circumstances?
God, help me to expect more of you and to trust that you are the one who brings the super to my natural. Help me to step out in the everyday and trust that you will bring the extraordinary. Amen!
Written by Beth Waugh