I was blind. As far as I can remember, I was blind. My brother, he was also blind, but he became blind when he was of three years old.
Today, I walked around the city with my brother. We felt our way to the temple to beg for money and food because: 1. We didn't have any money and 2. Even if we did, only nice store owners would let us buy from them. There weren't too many of those.
Then we heard a group of people approaching they seemed to be listening to a man speaking. I felt something inside me move. That was new. I communed with my brother and we decided to follow the group. We got close enough to listen to the conversations that were happening inside. Then we heard the name Jesus. We were overjoyed. We had found the miracle worker. He must be able to heal us.
"Have mercy on us, Son of David!" I yelled.
People shuffled away from us and whispered unspeakable things about us.
"Have mercy on us, Son of David!" My brother yelled.
I heard the man come toward us. He grabbed us each by the hand and pulled us indoors. Jesus said, "Do you believe that I am able to do this?"
"Yes LORD." We replied in unison.
Then he touched our eyes and said, "According to your faith let it be done to you."
Then suddenly something changed. I don't know what it was, It felt like the world just added a whole nother range of hearing, but my eyes hurt. Wait, my eyes hurt. Does this mean I'm seeing? My brother confirmed my suspicions.
"I can see again!' he said
So that's what seeing is like.
"See that no one knows about this." Jesus said.
Why? I thought. Everyone is going to know anyway.
Then we went and told everyone we knew.
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