I spent a lot of time this past year with an old, blind beggar named Bartimaeus who was blind on the road out of Jericho and who had the temerity to shout out to Jesus to heal his blindness. This past year I read and reread this story because of my rapidly declining vision.
As I waited to be admitted to the University of Michigan Kresge Eye Center, Pastor David Maier and his wife Pat came off the elevator. I was taken aback a little when he prayed for God to heal my vision. I was a fallen away Lutheran and he was the head of the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod in Michigan. He prayed anyways with a great deal of passion.
He prayed for the transplant surgeon and all the people involved in this ever so delicate surgery when somebody died in order for me to have their cornea.
As I face more things going awry in my head and neck such as plugged carotid arteries, a large mass on my tongue and a goiter working on becoming a softball, I can see from this post that I need to pray like Bartimaeus, a plain old beggar on the side of the road in Israel.
I'm not a fancy church guy who can quote much of the Bible from memory. I grew up on the poorest side of Bay City, right on the river. I'm not a big contributor to the church, but I know that Jesus loves me.
Pastor Maier connects the dots with this post. It's practical and real life and it's worth of sharing.