TITLE: Alms for the Runner By Clyde Blakely 03/15/07 |
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“Alms, alms for the poor. Alms, alms for the blind. Alms.”
Running. Running.
“Alms, alms for the poor. Alms, alms for the blind. Alms.”
Who sinned, Jehovah, me or my parents that I should be born blind?
Running. Running. Running all my life. From what? To Where?
“Alms, alms for the poor. Alms, alms for…” A crowd comes…perhaps today I will receive enough alms.
“Alms, alms for the poor. Alms, alms for the blind. Alms.”
The noise, the shouting, who is passing by?
“Alms, alms for the poor....” They can’t hear me. So loud, so many people, why?
“You, you there, who passes by?”
“Jesus of Nazareth. He’s going to Jerusalem for the Passover. We are going with Him.”
Jesus?! Jesus of Nazareth, the Healer! Perhaps today…
“Jesus, Son of David. Have mercy on me.”
Louder.
“Jesus, Son of David. Have mercy on me.”
“You there, be quiet. Don’t disturb the Master.”
Scream it! Maybe my only chance.
“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.”
Silence, have I done wrong?
I feel Him near.
“What would you have Me to do?”
“Lord, that I might receive my sight.”
“Be it so.”
I see His face! Glory to God; I can see!
“Go show yourself to the Priest and offer the sacrifice Moses declared.”
Running. Running. Running at last. Yes!
I see the temple! Now the Priest.
“Who was it that healed you on the Sabbath?”
“Jesus of Nazareth!”
“He is a sinner. He heals on the Sabbath; there are other days to heal on. He heals by the power of the prince of devils.”
“How can anyone who does good be called bad?”
“It is against our laws to work on the Sabbath. By healing you on a Sabbath He proves He is a sinner and sinners do not receive their power from God.”
How can this be? I’ve received my sight.
Confusion. Running. Running.
A trial? For Jesus? If He is the promised Messiah He will be vindicated.
Running. Running.
Sentenced to death? Death on a cross? Who is He? I was hoping He was the promised Deliverer.
Running. Running.
I will go the Calvary. Surely, if He is the Messiah He will not die.
Running. Running.
The pain! The blood! Crying. Oh, the sight!
The sight…Why, oh God, would You allow me to see only to witness this Man Who gave me my sight be killed? I wish I had remained blind if this was what I was to see.
Running. Running.
Alms for the poor.
Running. No where. Anywhere. Running.
The Light! So Bright! A Man, Who is He?
Alms for the poor.
“What would you have Me to do?”
“Lord, that I might receive my sight.”
“Be it so. Behold, Who do you see?”
“Lord, I see the Salvation of the world. Now I have received my sight. Thank you for allowing me to see You. My running is over.”
Alms for the runner.
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