Photo: the upward road
Today as I awake to Pentecost Sunday I feel like blind Bartimaeus.
I sit by the roadside.
I’ve tripped again.
I cry out, “Jesus, son of David have mercy on me!”
I feel like I am an annoyance and embarrassment to everyone around me,
but I don’t care.
Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me!
Master, this is what I want:
I want to see You.
I see all the needy people around me.
I see my inadequacies.
I see my sin.
How can I help anyone on this journey when I keep falling down myself?
Master, fix my eyes that I might fix my eyes on You!
Surrounded then as we are by these serried ranks of witnesses, let us strip off everything that hinders us, as well as the sin which dogs our feet, and let us run the race that we have to run with patience, our eyes fixed on Jesus the source and the goal of our faith. Hebrews 12:1