Story – God-sized Dreams

“Why was this man born blind?  Was it a result of his own sin or those of his parents?”

                “It was not because of his sins or his parents sins… he was born blind so the power of God could be seen in him.” (John 9:2-3 NLT).

He’d been blind since birth, never once seeing the magnificence of God’s creation.  Never once did his newborn eyes clear and become accustom to the harsh light of this world.  Never once did he see that mother love glowing in countenance as he nursed at her breast.  Never once did he see.

I wonder though, what did he hear?  Did he hear doubt for his future as neighbours “tsk tsked” over his imperfect form?  Did he hear the whispers and the hushed tones of gossip?  Did he hear his parents, on bended knee, begging God to show them their sin?  Because sin could be the only reason for this calamity – a son born less than – it had to be the result of some wrong doing.

And as he grew older sitting by the city or temple gate eking out  a meager existence did he hear the echoes of self-righteous pity drop with each coin into his beggar’s cup?  Did those words float down and settle on him like a mantle on shoulders already weighed down with the burden of imperfect?

I wonder did he hear the exchange between Jesus and His disciples and brace himself yet again for the sounds of pity?

I wonder if he thought, when he heard Jesus speak of blindness glorifying God, whether or not the joke was on him? Did he hear the Son of Man spit in the dirt and wonder “againagain I must endure the ridicule of shame because I am blind?”

I can imagine him startled to awareness – the self-protective walls – half built come crumbling down as Christ reached out and  touched ugly to ugly – mud to blind.  I can see Him reach out and wipe away all of that dirt and grime to reveal the beauty beneath – SIGHT.

An uncovering of ugly to glorify God.

And how many times from the depths of my soul – where this God-sized dream resides – have I sat like the blind beggar with my cup extended and my head bowed shameful?  How many times have I run headlong into self-punishment,  believing that when troubles come – and they can come in spades – God is punishing me for past sin? 

This belief that has me curled around myself, eyes downcast and begging God to show me where I went wrong is a filmy coating on my vision that removes me from the wonder of God.

   “He was born blind so the power of God could be seen in him.”

So today , this story – Jesus healing the blind has me shifting my focus.  It has me taking my “do what you can” step toward my dream  with a renewed purpose. 

The hard times, the refining times, the obstacles that are present, they are not birthed from my sin.  No! They are clear markers, stakes in the ground, push pins on the map of my dreams pointing me to the wonder and power of God and opening my eyes to all that is light and truth.

“I am acutely aware of my need for God – the Great Luminary, to shimmer the miracle of light in me” – Margaret Feinberg

 ***Linking up with Holley Gerth today and talking about how story impacts our dreams***

4 Comments

  1. Oh, Tonya, this is so powerful in its truth and beauty…Isn’t Jesus so loving to always take what is ugly and make it beautiful to the praise of His power and glory?

    • I was absolutely floored by this story this morning as I slowly chewed on the words… He was born blind so the power of God could be seen in Him… I get goosies just thinking about how God makes it all beautiful!

  2. Wow, Tonya. I am so moved. This is powerful. What a deep reflection on the lies we tell ourselves in suffering. How I have been here.
    This part: Did he hear the Son of Man spit in the dirt and wonder “again – again I must endure the ridicule of shame because I am blind?”
    I can imagine him startled to awareness – the self-protective walls – half built come crumbling down as Christ reached out and touched….
    Oh, how the walls crumble when we are touched by him!
    Thank you for this piece, and bless you in your pursuit of that God-sized dream! Have we already talked about this – will you be in Omaha? (I will! I so hope I’ll see you.)

    • Ashley – I am moved to tears today that this just touched you so… I have built those walls and I have felt them come down when I acknowledge that it is all, everything, it is all for Him…

      Omaha? I sent you a Tweet – you must tell me more? I will be at Allume in South Carlonia… will I be able to hug your neck there?

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