Unless it’s cleaning up the spills on the floors or giving you exercise.
So you might as well forget telling me a story this week.
What do you mean, you were going to tell me about another miracle that Jesus did?
I like miracles.
I changed my mind.
I mean it.
I’m really listening.
You’re going to make me sit and roll over and beg first?
I know how to sit and I’m really good at begging – but I never figured out that roll over stuff.
Please tell me the story.
As Jesus approached Jericho a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging.
Wow. That blind man can beg too.
Yes, I’m listening. I told you before that I was listening.
When the blind man heard the crowd going by, he asked what was happening. They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.”
Hey, that blind man is kind of in the same shape I am.
I don’t know what Jesus looks like, and neither does he.
The blind man called out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”
Do you think Jesus would have mercy on me and give me some treats?
I am too listening.
Those who led the way rebuked the blind man and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”
Jesus stopped and ordered the man to be brought to Him.
Oh no, that man’s in trouble now. He shouldn’t have shouted like that.
When the blind man came near, Jesus asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?”
Whoa! Wide open question.
I’d ask for some treats.
A whole bunch of treats.
“Lord, I want to see,” the blind man replied.
Is that all?
He should have asked to be able to see and for bunches of treats.
Jesus said to him, “Receive your sight; your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus, praising God. When all the people saw it, they also praised God.
I’ll totally praise God if He gives me treats.