Jesus Saw My Tears In The Dark!
Jesus Saw My Tears In The Dark!
Like all the blind persons I was just sitting alone in
my favourite corner, minding my own blind business.
After
sitting for years in one street corner, I became one with the place.
There is no way for me to make you understand or
imagine how we live in a world where there are no lights.
Blind
persons are expected to be the most patient people in the world. Able bodied
persons always feel pity and tone down their voices.
If only these people could know just how much this
irritates us, they’d stop and desist from treating us shamefully.
Blind
persons see and interpret the world through their surviving senses. I cannot
count the heads of people like ordinary persons.
Believe it or not, I can tell you exactly how many
people there are in the same room by identifying their unique voices!
Over
a very long period of time, I’ve been hearing and listening to passers-by talking
about this Prophet, the Man from Galilee. They said Jesus was His name.
In all my blind life I’ve never heard about any person
being talked about so well and appreciated like Jesus was.
They
told how He was healing the sick, making the lame to walk, the dumb to speak and
how He cleansed the lepers.
Nobody has seen my tears, even my own mother. As a
baby I could only cry out loud without any tears flowing from my eyes.
Even
now after all these years no human being has ever seen my tears. Most people
think blind persons cannot cry at all.
If only you will know, I used to cry in my sleep at
night and felt so frustrated when no one in my home noticed I was already awake.
One
bright morning, like I was in my wildest blind world: I heard the noise of the
crowds grew louder and louder in my ears.
Suddenly, I felt surrounded by this crowd as their
noise levels subsided.
Jesus’s
overwhelming Presence made my heart quaked with joy.
Without saying a word, the Man simply made a spittle
in His hands and smeared it around my eyes and sent me off to Siloam to wash my
eyes.
Arriving
at the Pool of Siloam, I squatted to reach the water and took a big scoop and washed
off my eyes.
Like lightning, my eyes zapped open and for the first
time, I could see my face in the water.
Thinking
I was dreaming, I had to dunk my whole head inside the Pool, just in case.
For the very first time in my life, I cried and cried
as I felt my warm tears flowed down my cheeks.
I
collected all my tears inside the palms of my hands just to have a look at them.
Jesus, yes this Jesus of Galilee, saw my tears in the
dark and made my eyes to cry.
I
cried with joyful pain thinking... after all these years, I could feel my tears.
The Religious Leaders summoned my parents demanding to
know who had opened my eyes?
My parents got fed up and told them I was old enough
to speak for myself.
Give
God the praise for your sight, we know this man is a sinner, they mocked me.
I became so visibly angry with them they had no choice
except to throw me outside their Synagogue.
Miraculously,
I found Jesus waiting for me. Seeing Jesus for the first time, I knelt down to
kiss His feet.
Do you believe in the Son of God? Jesus asked me. Who
is He that I might believe in Him, Lord? I am! Yes, I believe in you Lord!
Yes,
only Jesus could see my tears in the dark!
O God, I saw my whole life inside my tears. I can’t
stop crying! These tears Lord, cry for joy! No more darkness now! Jesus!
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