Susan LaffertyIn the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.
Born 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.
