John, The Love of God
Our human first response is to blame something or someone when things go wrong. Admit it. In small irritations or big mistakes, we first blame others as reasons for why something is the way that it is or why it went wrong until we admit that life isn’t always fair and stuff happens. Sometimes we contribute to the cause and sometimes there is no reason.
When kids are caught doing something wrong on the playground by the teacher, they generally respond, in this order, with three adamant statements:
“I didn’t do it!”
“I wasn’t the only one!”
I’ve learned that you don’t have to say anything you just have to look them in the eyes and want for the truth. Generally the right answer comes quickly. Do we as adults still go through this process? Maybe.
Why do we always have a need to explain life? Is it a way of gaining control if we can explain why or how things happen? Is it our desire to make life nice, neat and tidy? It’s part of our nature to be curious and that is not bad if curiosity questions lead to learning. But, do we sometimes ask the wrong questions, missing the point completely?
As we read our next passage in John, Jesus and his disciples are walking along the streets and see a man blind from birth. A discussion ensues and a theological question is asked of the Master Teacher. “Rabbi, who sinned: this man or his parents, causing him to be born blind?” Here we go, humans trying to explain the plight of a person without knowing the “story”. There must have been sin or wrong things would not have happened is their immediate thinking. Jesus sets things right (His purpose) in the discussion, opening the eyes of this disciples first. “You’re asking the wrong question. You’re looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause-effect here. Look instead for what God can do.”
Look instead for what God can do. This could be the key!
Jesus heals, but not instantly. He takes the dust of the earth that humans were created from, forms a clay paste from His own Holy saliva and puts it over the eyes of the man. Now, He gives the blind, but soon to be sighted, man a task. Go wash. Who helped the man get to the pool? Just thought I would throw that question in for consideration. Someone had to help him. Was it a friend? Was it one of the disciples who led him there? It doesn’t matter. The man sent…went, washed and SAW!
Everyone in town soon began to talk about the man. They had watched him beg for years as his only means of support. What happened? Maybe it isn’t him at all. But the man declared, “It’s me!” And the questions fly at him. The touch of Jesus changed him, but they are not satisfied with that mere explanation. They haul him off to the Pharisees who grill him like a criminal caught in a crime. His parents are brought in for questioning. Sounds like NCIS, doesn’t it?
The marvelous touch of Jesus is not seen as a miracle but a crime performed on the Sabbath. A rule broken according to The Law. Blame Game played well with Wrong Questions asked once again.
I love the “final answer” of the sighted man, “All I know is I was blind but now I see.” Many times that’s all I can say when God’s Holy Spirit intervenes in my own life in unexplained ways, at least to humans who don’t know Him.
Jesus comes back to the man. Don’t you love that? When beaten on by evil when a glorious thing happens to rob you of the joy of the touch of the Master, Jesus shows up again to clarify Who is in control. He is the ONLY reason we need to explain anything. He is the answer to all questions. “Master, I believe.”
Read the whole story in John 9 and see what God teaches You about Him. It’s all about God, you know. Always.
John 9, The Message
“He replied, “I know nothing about that one way or the other. But I know one thing for sure: I was blind . . . I now see.”
Dear Heavenly Father,
In this world You are the Light that leads us to the right answers to right questions. You open our eyes to Truth. Thank you for healing our own blindness. Master, I believe.
In Jesus Name, Amen
And is THAT why our moms spit into a tissue to wipe the dirt off our faces? Was that considered holy in their eyes? (Smiling.)