All I Know Is…

PASSAGE FOR THE DAY:
John 9 (click the link)


KEY VERSES:
1 As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2 His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”

3 “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. 4 As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. 5 While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.”

6 After saying this, he spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. 7 “Go,” he told him, “wash in the Pool of Siloam” (this word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing. (John 9:1-7, NIV)


REFLECTIONS:
I love a story… Jesus is walking along with his disciples and sees a man who was blind from birth.  The disciples go to philosophizing, asking Jesus if it was his sins or the sins of his father that caused him to be blind.  Jesus says they are missing the point trying to find a cause and effect, look instead at what God can do.  Jesus spits in the mud, smears the clay on the blind man’s eye and sends him to a far pool to wash –not the closest one.  This blind man and his parents are interrogated by the Pharisees who try to pull him into theological debate.  I love the once-blind man’s response… all I know is that once I was blind and now I can see.  He refused to bite on their invitation to suppose and debate.


POINT OF PONDER, ACTION, AND PRAYER:
As I ponder this short sweet story I pull several action points.

• Keep it simple!  Know what you stand for, and stand for it.  Don’t get distracted by debates. Focus on what is important—what God can do. 
• Step out in faith.  Jesus sent this man to a specific pool, not the nearest pool.  He had to walk blindly with spit mud on his eyes.  Wow…that requires faith and humility. Would I be willing to do that?—it might make me look foolish.

WHO AM I?
Hi!  I’m Cinda Brooks. I don’t know what this picture has to do with the story other than they both have mud in their story.  I used to teach game warden cadets and I loved rainy days.  Cadets thought they would get a pass on PT—physical training.  Yeah right!  Instead we played in the mud.  I took pride in that I never asked them to do anything I wouldn’t do… actually… I had a lot of fun with them.