They brought to the Pharisees the man who had formerly been blind. Now it was a sabbath day when Jesus made the mud and opened his eyes. Then the Pharisees also began to ask him how he had received his sight. He said to them, "He put mud on my eyes. Then I washed, and now I see." Some of the Pharisees said, "This man is not from God, for he does not observe the sabbath." But others said, "How can a man who is a sinner perform such signs?" And they were divided. So they said again to the blind man, "What do you say about him? It was your eyes he opened." He said, "He is a prophet." John 9:1-17
God's Work Revealed
Our brokenness a life long burden
we beg and plead to let it lift
our healing is God's revealing
our need is God's inviting us.
The water laps over perfect pebbles
worn down over centuries of loss
the hard edges and angry shards taken
and replaced by smooth skipping stones.
We wish for perfection and lack of pain
we think God is found in the perfected only
yet God's is made most visible in our tears
in our blindness we can be found.
God draws near with mud and spit
an intimacy so profound and basic
that we might turn away and cringe
wanting a mor3e perfect God and self.
God is found in the messy muddy moments
in the chaos of giggling children
in the shattering cries of the failed
and the dark night where we ache for answers.