“…two blind men followed him, calling out, ‘have mercy on us, Son of David!’ When he had gone indoors, the blind men came to him, and he asked them, ‘Do you believe that I am able to do this?’
‘Yes, Lord,’ they replied. Then he touched their eyes and said, ‘According to your faith will it be done to you.’”Matthew 9:27-29
For some reason this verse stayed with me today. A verse so familiar, yet so new, I couldn’t pass over it. I had to ask myself, “Have I become too comfortable with my handicap?” Do I really believe He has equipped me for more? What is my role in my own healing?
The blind men came to Jesus and He placed his hands on their closed eyes, but they had to open their eyes with expectancy! They had to believe in His power! Had they thought to themselves “this will never work,” they would have opened them to darkness once again.
How many times have I come to Jesus begging for a miracle–begging for a breakthrough–crying out in my need for healing? But this place where I reside is so familiar. I’m so accustomed to this darkness I can’t imagine the light. On some level I think this is how it will always be. I tell anyone who will listen that “I can’t” and I am justified in my reasoning: I was born this way, I was thrust into powerlessness by circumstances beyond my control, I have so many burdens on me, how can I be expected to move?
So I sit in this pit and bemoan my incapacity. But He asks me, “Do you believe?”
I say, “Yes!” But squeeze my eyes tight.
“Do you believe?”
“Yes!” But I don’t pick up my mat. I sit here and wait for a miracle that’s already here because it is only “according to my faith” that anything will change.