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Jerusalem, March 3 27 AD. My Tale of Sight

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Jerusalem, March 3. 27 AD
My Tale of Sight

I sat there, in my usual spot. Basking in the heat of the sun, my acute ears heard footsteps. I wondered who it could have been passing by my path this day, perhaps today someone would acknowledge me. Then these strangers had the nerve to ask their teacher “who sinned, this man or his parents” (Jn 9:2), inquiring about whose fault it was that I was born blind, as if this man was some sort of God. But then he replied, saying “neither he nor his parents sinned; it is so that the works of God might be made visible through him.” (Jn 9:3). This made me quite happy, hearing someone who actually had some towards of friendliness and hope in me. This was short lived, since I heard him spit onto the ground, and felt him smear the soil onto my eyes. He then asked me to “go wash in the Pool of Siloam" (Jn 9:7). I was uncertain if he was hinting that I smelt, since I did last eat fish. I took his advice anyway, since he did put dirt on my face. On my crawl back, I faced a flight of stairs, except this time, I did not tumble since I saw them ahead of time. I saw them! I ran back to the man, and before I could thank him, some familiar voices spoke up asking “isn't this the one who used to sit and beg?”(Jn 9:8) however, some said “no, he just looks like him.” (Jn 9:9) I simply said I am.

They demanded to know where the man who healed me was. I looked around, and the man whose name I understood was Jesus, was nowhere to be found. The crowd

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