“48 Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” 49 Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.”
So they called to the blind man, “Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.” 50 Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus. “What do you want me to do for you?” 51 Jesus asked him. The blind man said, “Rabbi, I want to see.”
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”
Teacher, I want to see! Teacher, I want to see! I want to see why. I want to see how. I want to see when. I want to see.
I’m blind though, I’m blind. My soul is downcast, I’m anxious. I can’t see.
I cry out to God, teacher, I want to see!
Jesus, as busy as He is, as many people who are crying out to Him, as much competition for His favor as there is, hears my cry, just as He heard Bartimaeus.
Teacher, I want to see. Is that our cry? Do we really want to see? Do we really want to see – really?
Seeing changes everything. Seeing is believing. Seeing is knowing. Seeing is disruptive. Seeing is new. Seeing opens our eyes to the truth. Seeing changes everything.
“What do you want me to do for you?” Christ asks us, the blind man.
What do we want Him to do?
Teacher, I want to see.
No matter what the cost.