Spit in my eye.

Just because Jesus spit in my eyes does not mean that I have clear vision.

Sometimes I need him to come along and touch me again to help me see clearly.

"…Some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man's eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, "Do you see anything?" He looked up and said, "I see people; they look like trees walking around." Once more Jesus put his hands on the man's eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly…" Mark 8:22-25

When you look at people is your vision blurred?

What do you see?

Anytime I see another human as an object there’s a good chance my vision is blurred.

I need to have Jesus touch me again to restore my sight… to see what Jesus sees… to see one’s full humanity. As a friend reminded me, "What we know is that when Christ is openly revealed, we'll see him--and in seeing him, become like him."

The Church is full of people who have had their eyes spat in by Jesus, and yet their vision is blurred. Folks just like me.

Think of those who only see others as objects, like trees. Any person that I label as an object: Gay, straight, Left, Right, Black, White, sinner, Christian, Jew, etc. there’s a good chance that I am not seeing clearly and need to be touched by the master’s hands once again.

For God doesn’t see people as objects to be labeled, but his creation to be loved.

And if for some reason you think God is not all about love of all God’s creation, then like me, you may need more spit; you may need touched again.

If the love of God, self and neighbors has you stumped and you are still attempting to be justified by the laws and use those laws to condemn others to death, then pray for more spit.

Tell Jesus what you see.

My sin doesn’t blur God’s vision of me, it blurs mine.

For if I only see sin—my sin, your sin—then I need more spit.

Pray to see yourself and others as God sees you---through the eyes of love. God desires so deeply to heal and restore us that God salivates in the presence of our desire to see clearly. Dare I pray for sight. Dare I beg God to heal me.

It I think of the times, like the blind dude, that I have blurred visions of Jesus. My eyes have been spat in and touched by the great healer and yet my vision is blurred. My lack of compassion and my sense of entitlement are good indicators that I need Divine Love to spit in my eyes so that I can see what God sees, so that I can see through the eyes of Love.

Does my Jesus hate what I hate? There’s a good chance I need more spit.

Has Jesus spit in your eyes?

Tell Jesus what you see.