Care for the Blind

My darkness turned into light, my confusion into purpose. I was blind, but now I see. 

Brownouts are always frustrating—especially when they happen during critical moments. Last June 5, around ten in the morning, our neighborhood experienced a power outage that lasted until 12:30 in the afternoon. Then, by one o’clock, another power failure struck. It was a long, dreary afternoon with no TV, radio, or even a chance to read since my phone battery was nearly dead. As the hours passed into the evening, the darkness felt heavier.

Lying awake that night, surrounded by total darkness, I caught myself thinking, “Is this how it feels to be blind?” A murky darkness! The fear of tripping, the anxiety of being lost, and the loneliness of that moment made me reflect on a deeper kind of blindness—spiritual blindness.

If physical blindness limits what we see, spiritual blindness clouds who we truly are and where we’re going. A spiritually blind person often stumbles through life, distressed by challenges, afraid of losing direction or being left behind. It’s a deep emptiness only God’s light can overcome. With all these things running through my mind, I had felt compassionate with physically blinded people; all the more, I had felt benevolent with those people with spiritual blindness, who as of the moment are doomed for eternal death. Of this I am certain, GOD CARES FOR THEM. Jesus healed hundreds or thousands physically blind men, in the instance of Bartimaeus. I remembered Jesus’ words in John 9:39: “For judgment I have come into this world, so that the blind will see and those who see will become blind.” Jesus was talking about the blindness of the heart and spirit—a condition far more perilous than losing physical sight. Some physically blind people live with courage and productivity. But woefully, spiritual blindness has no silver lining. It is a severe serious illness with Jesus as the only medicine. I was once spiritually blind—living for my desires, lost in uncertainty. It was a desperate condition. When I repented of my sins which caused my blindness, and placed my faith to Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord, He transformed my life. My darkness turned into light, my confusion into purpose. I was blind, but now I see. Today, I believe God calls each of us who have been healed to help others see. Let’s become channels of His amazing grace, bringing light where there is darkness. Let us become instruments of God’s amazing restoration. Next time we meet a “blind” person, let’s remember they need Jesus, the only cure for spiritual blindness.