Some fellers brought a blind man ter tha Son and begged Skip’s boy ter touch thar friend. Tha Son took tha blind chap by tha hand and led him out of tha village.
Thar tha Son spat saliva in ter his hands and with tha tips of his thumbs massaged tha chap’s eyes. “Do you see anything?” tha Son asked. Tha man replied that folks looked like trees moving about. Again tha Son 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 Son 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 Son we ‘ill often have ter get outside our routine, our comfortable confines, and let tha Son lead us by tha hand ter a more remote place. But oh tha joy we ‘ill fine if we ‘ill let tha Son get intimate with us.
Tha healing tha blind chap received be of a glorious nature, fer he and tha Son shared a sort of closeness only a few find. Spit, sweat, and tha blood of tha Son falling on us may not sound all that pleasant but it be under tha blood of tha Son that we be saved from our sins—saved from fer ever separation from Skipper and tha Son.
Anytime we get alone with tha Son 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 Son alone in a remote place. Then beg him ter heal and move on your behalf.