In Sunday’s Gospel, we hear the story of the man born blind. He finds Jesus and is healed.
It would be easy to think of this man in light of all those we know who are also blind: those who only see color when they look at others, those who only see religious practices that differ from their own, those who fail to see others in need, in pain, in darkness.
But for whatever reason, the Gospel made me think of all the things I still do not see. Though these things are ever present, I am blind. Though there are those around me who are light, I still somehow remain in darkness.
This week, I will wash my eyes and pray for sight.
To see the child whose needs are greater than my own.
To see and hear the coworker who just wants to talk.
To see the friend who has advice to share.
To see the spouse who is tired.
To see the person in need at the corner.
To see the reflection of Christ in the mirror.
To see the leader who knows more than I do.
To see the opportunities for new life around me.
Master, I want to see.
O God of Light, wash away the darkness.