Where the road begins. At the end.
"And as they went out of Jericho, a great crowd followed him. And behold, there were two blind men sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was passing by, they cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd rebuked them, telling them to be silent, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!”" ~ Matthew 20:29~31I'm a bit fixated on these blind men at the moment. They're my teachers in this current furnace of affliction.
Most days, anymore, I don't know how to pray (and I'm on the prayer team at church...kind of ironic). All I can do is cry out. And when things get worse, I remember these blind men. "They cried out all the more".
And you know what I thought about tonight? The blind men already had greater sight than all of those surrounding Jesus. They saw Jesus for who He really was, "Lord...Son of David!". In their affliction, they could see. They knew.
Could it be that when we are brought to our most desperate hour, we are granted our greatest sight of Christ? If this is so, then I cannot stop crying out. For there is still hope.
"And there I will give her her vineyards
and make the Valley of Achor (trouble) a door of hope." Hosea 2:15a
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