I See What You Mean

Text: Bible, New Testament John 9:18-34

Rev. Dr. Norman Pritchard, Kirk in the Hills Presbyterian Church, Bloomfield Hills, MI

October 10, 2010

 

 

Since moving home to Pasadena, Jim Belcher missed the deep intensity of the Christian fellowship he had enjoyed in Washington DC. So one Sunday evening he invited some of the college group from his church to his home.

 

I began the discussion -- with trepidation. After a story about a painful incident in my life, I launched the discussion by asking what purpose trouble plays in the Christian life. Not so much why God allows hard times, but how he uses them in our lives to grow us.[1]

 

Conversations like that often produce stories of bad experiences and difficulties that, nevertheless, made people stronger, less superficial people.

 

Stumbling blocks become building blocks.  Obstacles open up opportunities for growth, a new perspective, a deeper appreciation, a more alert faith.

 

That’s the point of this wonderfully alive story in John’s gospel.  You’d think having been born blind was bad enough but when Jesus healed him a whole new set of troubles arose.

 

The man now knows what things look like.  He can see faces and houses and trees and dogs.  Almost the first thing the man sees is—people who can’t see what has happened.

 

His friends and neighbors are confused.  “How come he can see now?”  He replies,  “The man called Jesus did it.”   A little faith, perhaps, in those words; not much.

 

The neighbors take him to the authorities, who hear his story and declare, “Today’s the Sabbath, the man who did this can’t be from God. 

 

“So, what do you think about that?” they ask the man.  The man remembers bible stories about prophets who were healers.  “He is a prophet,” he replies.   His faith’s a little bigger now.

 

The religious leaders don’t like the way this is going, so they call in the ex-blind man’s parents, but they’re afraid to comment, so the authorities are forced to interview the man again.

 

“He broke the Sabbath.  Can’t you see this man’s a sinner?”  “All I know is, I once was blind but now I see.”

 

“OK, one more time, how did he do it?”

 

But the guy’s getting fed up with all this.  “Why, do you want to become disciples?” 

 

“We’re Moses’ disciples.  God spoke to Moses, we don’t know about this man Jesus.”

 

He thinks, perhaps I’ll try a little theology.  “Listen, it takes God to cure blindness.  If this man were not from God he could do nothing.”

 

So there’s another step forward: the ex-blind man now believes that Jesus is from God.   

 

But that’s a step too far for the authorities.  They excommunicate him—but now he doesn’t care.  Suddenly, Jesus is there and the man rejoices: “Lord, I believe,” he said.  And, John adds, he worshipped him. (v38)   Full faith at last!

 

Every obstacle he faced—his neighbors, the authorities, his parents, the authorities again—became an opportunity to see further and understand more.  “The man Jesus” —  “a prophet” —   “someone God sent” —  “Lord, I believe.” 

 

Can you imagine how it must have felt: the joy of looking at the wonder and the beauty of creation, seeing for the first time in his life—and the first thing he sees is people who can’t see what is going on?

 

It would have been a massive anti-climax but for one thing: the stumbling blocks became building blocks.  The obstacles provided opportunities to see a little deeper than before and believe more fully….  The grit in the oyster grew into a pearl.

 

There was this guy who came to church last Sunday.  He sent me an email about what happened afterwards.

 

He told me that, as he remembers it, the end of the sermon said, “You’ll never see a miracle if you just wait for it to happen.  But take the first small step and…. Oh, my!”

 

Last Sunday was also CROP Walk.  He thought it was a great way to apply the lesson from the feeding of the 5,000.  One small step at a time and a few hours later the journey is completed.

 

Another benefit is the sponsorships.   A sponsor/donor makes the connection and feels good.  The CROP Walk walker travels the journey, completes it feeling tired, but also satisfied.  Hungry needy people have an increased source for food.

 

He chose to donate money.  He considered making the walk, but he had to get ready for work.

 

That afternoon he met a lady in healthcare who discussed her concerns about America.  She spoke about obesity and malnutrition.   Two problems in America:  Over-weight people.  Hungry people.   He heard echoes of Sunday’s Scripture and sermon,.

 

He mused in his email: 

 

Donating money to Cropwalk is easy.   Perhaps it’s too easy for me.  Writing a check gives a feeling of satisfaction to help a worthy cause.  I don’t think about Cropwalk much after that.  I don’t make the 5 mile walk and don’t feel tired muscles afterwards.   My employer’s business requires my presence.  I make the small contribution.

 

That night this man sends a text message to a friend in another state.  She has been out of work for 5 months, and he’s concerned.

 

“May I have $100 for food?” she replies by text.   He told me:

 

I begin to act like the disciple Phillip, counting the cost.   I reply, “what about unemployment insurance?  How about Food Stamps?  How about food pantries?”

 

She says that she’s spent money to pay bills and now doesn’t have any for food.  He thinks that this is a symptom of poor planning.

 

She is persistent.  “Can I have the $100 or not?”  He replies, “I don’t have $100 to offer”.  She replies, “Ok, thanks.”   The conversation’s over, but not the issue.  He realizes,

 

I said no to a request for food.  It bothers me.  I know that there are food pantries in her city.  My donation to Cropwalk helps the local homeless and hungry people.  I’ve done what I can.  Isn’t that enough?

 

But then, that pesky sermon.   He remembers the scripture:   “Jesus said this to test them.” (John 6:6).

 

It bothers me.  Enough so that I make the small steps to seek a remedy.  A local grocery chain in the city where [his friend] shops has gift cards available.  

 

He calls the store.  He’s put through to a manager.   Jim the manager states, “We can’t take credit cards over the phone.”  

 

He’s heard this before from the store.  Business policies are interfering with his attempts to get food to a friend.  He’s getting irritated.  It’s difficult to respect the vital business policies and operations when confronted with a personal need as basic as hunger.  

 

I persist with my plea and Jim says that the accounting department needs to talk with us.  [Jim] offers a phone number but has no way to make a conference call.  But I do!  And I quickly connect the three of us. The accountant explains they could do it by mail, but that would take days.  But for the hungry, waiting is not an option.

 

In the middle of all this his friend sends another message. “I’m very hungry.”  “I know it’s not your problem.  Thanks for listening.  I don’t feel well. I’m going to sleep.”

 

Our worshipper shares this in his conference call, but policy is policy.  The accounts supervisor expresses sympathy and hangs up.

 

Suddenly, Jim says, “I’m just going to do it.”   Our worshipper is delighted!   [Jim’s] willingness to see the good in my small step brings out his own small step; even if it means going against company policies and a risk to him.   I thank Jim for his effort .

 

The card is processed.   That’s what grocery stores are for: selling food! 

 

Jim adds that the store has another card program.  It’s called a student card and involves a double card:  One for a donor to fund, the other card for the (student) recipient. 
“That’s exactly what I need!”, he exclaims.  “Would you send me an application?”

 

A message is sent to his friend, informing her of the immediately available funds and waiting groceries.   She is very grateful.  So too am I.   The personal message from the Scripture and sermon message is received.  Small steps are made.  The result truly is, “Oh my.”.

 

Stumbling blocks have become building blocks.   He thought it was just a sermon; now he says, “I see what you mean ….”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



[1] Jim Belcher, Deep Church.  Downers Grove, Il., IVP  Books, 2009, 21.