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Jesus was making his way towards Jerusalem where he would enter in triumph on a donkey. His journey led him through Jericho. As he was leaving this city he had the following encounter with a blind man named Bartimaeus.

 

Read Mark Ch. 10 v 46 - 52  along with the following reflection.

 

The day began as many days had begun for as long as I could remember. After a simple breakfast, I put on my shabby outer cloak and left my home. With the help of others I found a place at the roadside, I sat down and began with my opening line.

 

“Have mercy on me” I called.

 

 Begging had been part of my life for a long time. On a good day I would be given some food or money. On a bad day, time would stretch endlessly before me, I would be ignored or even shouted at by those who thought me an offense or an intrusion. My life didn’t hold much excitement, but I had a routine, I was used to it by now and for me there were no alternatives.

 

However, this particular day was different. Crowds of people were milling round and I was hopeful that they might be feeling generous.

I heard someone mention Jesus; apparently he was with a group travelling towards Jerusalem.

 

Now I’d heard a lot about Jesus; many people were talking ab

 

out him. As a beggar I often became part of the scenery.  People would stand nearby and hold their private conversations; maybe they thought I was deaf, too. There was much excitement; Jesus had been doing miracles, healing people. There was also a lot of speculation about exactly who he was.

 

As I sat listening, I suddenly became engaged with what was going on, I realised that this was my chance; maybe he could help me. I called out, addressing him by a title I’d heard others use.

 

“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.”  

 

Then, as loudly as I could,

 

“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me! ” 

 

Everything seemed to happen at once. People around me calling out, nudging me and pulling me to my feet.

 

“He’s calling you, quick!  This way. Go to him! ” they shouted.

 

I felt disorientated as I staggered towards him; bumping into people, treading on toes, trying to work out where he was.

 

A hush came over the crowd and I realised that I must be standing in front of him. I waited, not knowing quite what to do or say. Then he asked me a question.

 

“What do you want me to do for you?”

 

I hadn’t expected this. I was being given a choice, something I wasn’t used to. The implications of my decision dawned on me. I could stay with the familiar life of darkness and dependence, or, I would have to learn to live again, no hiding behind my blindness. I would no longer be an object of pity, but would be expected to work and provide for my family. Deep inside, I knew what I wanted.

 

“Rabbi, I want to see” I answered.

 

Immediately, my world of darkness was transformed. The first person I saw was Jesus standing in front of me. Keeping my eyes on him, I followed.

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