Susan LaffertyBorn blind. The man now sees.
And gives witness. Boldly.
His own parents battle nerves when religious authorities come calling. They fear banishment from the synagogue if they give credit to Jesus for this miracle.
“He’s of age; ask him” (John 9:23).
Once a year, I see it.
Visual of my blindspots.
Patterns of grey and black mapped out on a screen in the ophthalmologist’s office.
In life, blindspots can creep in. And continue. Unnoticed. Never addressed.
Endangering vision and obedience.
Emptied.
Called to have the same attitude as Christ.
Yet this earthen vessel still reveals trace amounts. Vestiges of pride and selfish ambition. Clutter.
And I learn my emptied is not a one-time thing.
But daily.
