Seeing Beyond

There’s this story in the Bible about a man who was born blind. It’s a story worth reading, for the first time or again. (John 9)

We don’t know how old he was when Jesus healed him, but we know he’d been blind into adulthood. After he was healed—a healing he had to participate in—he was brought before the religious leaders who had a bajillion questions about this “Jesus” who healed the formerly blind man. Looking for reasons to undermine Jesus’ character, they called Jesus a sinner for healing on the Sabbath. 

He answers them, “Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!”

Dang.

How often do we Christians seem to need our theology or doctrine or polity to be exact before we can see the miracle around us? Like we believe we can truly know every aspect of the Divine. 

Let go of the peripheral and hold onto the most important, friends.

Whether creation was six literal days or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was alone and now I’m not.

Whether the Bible is inerrant or inspired, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was rejected and now I am loved and worthy of love. 

Whether all religions lead to Christ or Christianity is the only way, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I once limited God’s salvation and now I know Christ’s vast acceptance. 

One thing I do know. Grace is bigger, broader, defiantly obscene in that it covers all our misunderstandings. 

One thing I do know. Good news is for everyone and we could all use a bit of good news. 

One thing I do know. You are loved. Period. May you see that first, because we’re all getting the other stuff wrong to some degree. 

With (humility and love),

Bethany