I recently commented to someone I was working on the Looking Out My Window column and he asked, “Is the blind ever closed so you can’t see anything?” I thought to myself, “Now there’s an interesting concept”. How would I look at this world if I actually couldn’t see? As a kid I remember playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Blindfolded and dizzy from spinning, I don’t think I ever properly pinned that tail onto the donkey. In my early 20’s I remember playing in a charity Blind Baseball game. That was interesting. Once again, we wore blindfolds and listened for the “beeping ball” to come near in order to attempt a game of baseball. Standing in the field was one thing. All you did was listen for the beep. However, when it came to a time at bat, another factor was added to the game – a trust factor. After hitting the ball, a runner who could see helped guide you around the bases. While those are interesting exercises, at the end of the day, that’s all they are because we can take the blindfold off and then see again. However, many do not have such a luxury. Blindness is a game changer for how a person lives.
We could take this idea one step further and consider the life of Helen Keller. She was the first blind and deaf person to earn a bachelor of arts degree and she also wrote a number of books and was a lecturer as well. Helen Keller’s story is well known as a result of the play and movie The Miracle Worker depicting how her teacher broke through the isolation teaching her how to communicate. Her teacher – Anne Sullivan – could have given up hope on Helen Keller and Keller herself could have given up hope. But through determination, her story is now well known.
Personally, I wear glasses. I’ve worn them since high school and a few years ago I “graduated” to bifocals. I remember laughing as I thought to myself – “Wow! I’m becoming like my Dad!” I basically go nowhere without my glasses. They’re the last thing I take off at night and the first thing I put on in the morning. Without my glasses I really can’t see. One day during an eye exam the Doctor asked me if I wear my glasses all the time. I chuckled and said “Yes, I’m blind without them”. He replied, “You’re not blind, you’re at one of the stages of where Jesus healed the blind man when he could make out shapes, but nothing else”.
Since that time I’ve always been fascinated by the healing of that man found in Mark 8. In Mark 8:24 the man told Jesus “I see people, but they look like trees walking around”. Jesus touched the man’s eyes again and then he was completely healed. But that’s not the most fascinating part of this story. I find the “how” even more interesting. Verse 23 says Jesus “spit in the man’s eyes and then laid hands on him”. Let that thought sink in for a moment. The man was healed after he allowed Jesus to “spit in his eyes”.
A number of years ago a musician friend of mine wrote a song about this very subject. He entitled it “Come Let Me Spit In Your Eye”. He too found this miracle fascinating. What a strange thing to say. But in the world we live in today, what are we willing to do in order to receive our sight? When hope is lost, what lengths would you go to in order to find hope once again? It is no secret that we live in a very troubled world. We all face issues from time to time and most people are searching for a level of hope in one way or another. But the Good News is, Jesus is always nearby and if you let Him, He can bring hope, purpose and destiny into your life. Will you allow Him to “spit in your eye” and give you sight this day?
Looking Out My Window is a regular column in the Northumberland Today newspaper located in Cobourg, Ontario, Canada.