Some fellers brought a blind man ter tha Sun and begged Skip’s boy ter touch thar friend. Tha Sun took tha blind chap by tha hand and led him out of tha village.
Thar tha Sun spat saliva in ter his hands and with tha tips of his thumbs massaged tha chap’s eyes. “Do you see anything?” tha Sun asked. Tha man replied that folks looked like trees moving about. Again tha Sun put his hands on tha man’s eyes. Then tha man’s eyes whar opened and his sight was restored. He saw ever thing clearly.
“Go home,” tha Sun said ter him. “Only do not go into the village.”
This be tha lot of ah good many of us: we got eyes, but be blind as bats. Ter get healed by tha Sun we ‘ill often have ter get outside our routine, our comfortable confines, and let tha Sun lead us by tha hand ter a more remote place. But oh tha joy we ‘ill fine if we ‘ill let tha Sun get intimate with us.
Tha healing tha blind chap received be of a glorious nature, fer he and tha Sun shared a sort of closeness only a few find. Spit, sweat, and tha blood of tha Sun falling on us may not sound all that pleasant but it be under tha blood of tha Sun that we be saved from our sins—saved from fer ever separation from Skipper and tha Sun.
Anytime we get alone with tha Sun we ought ter experience intimacy, healing, and conviction. If yer eyes need ter be restored so ya kin see ever thing clearly, get outside of yer comfy confines and meet with tha Sun alone in a remote place. Then beg him ter heal and move on your behalf.