Spit in my eyes Lord!

They exchanged a few words. And then Jesus spit on the hard clay ground.

There’s not a spiritual, holy way to do this. Nor is there Christ-like spitting position. Like every other man who has ever lived, he swallowed hard, and pushed up the milky flem and — did it.

It was disgusting to the bystanders. It was pedistrian. Certainly it could viewed with contempt by the ruling class. And the religious leaders must have been horrifed. Some King of Kings!

Jesus then bent down and pinched the now muddy soil and smeared it on the man’s cloudy eyes.

Often the restoration of spiritual sight can be downright ugly. It may be tough and uncomfortable and dirty. But clearing the years of ‘human vision’ off our sight requires scraping. Dirt requires scrubbing.

Like the microscopic laser which peels away the cataract from the eye, so too the exacto knife of the Word of God suddenly makes everything clear. The vivid and clear insight will allow us to see miles and miles.

We will be able to see beyond human misery.

We will overlook the opinions of others.

We will not worry about money and possessions.

Can you imagine what it would be like to envision the finished product before it is even begun. Three men worked side by side on a large building project. One was asked, “What are you doing?” “I’m mixing mortar,” he said. The second man said, “I’m helping put up this great stone wall.” When the third man was asked, he replied, “I’m building a cathedral to the glory of God.”

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