Luke 18:35–43

35 As he drew near to Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging.
36 And hearing a crowd going by, he inquired what this meant.
37 They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.”
38 And he cried out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”
39 And those who were in front rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he cried out all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”
40 And Jesus stopped and commanded him to be brought to him. And when he came near, he asked him,
41 “What do you want me to do for you?” He said, “Lord, let me recover my sight.”
42 And Jesus said to him, “Recover your sight; your faith has made you well.”
43 And immediately he recovered his sight and followed him, glorifying God. And all the people, when they saw it, gave praise to God.

A Reflection on Restored Sight

When the man asked to regain his sight, it was given to him by faith.
From gratitude, he followed Jesus and proclaimed God’s glory.

I have never related to this passage so deeply.

Because when we first come to know God—really come to KNOW Him—our vision changes.
Suddenly we can see nothing but Him in and through all things.

But what happens when we fall short?
What happens when we feel like we were walking the narrow path, only to collapse on the side of the road. Blind again, unable to see anything?

Here is where this story becomes ours:

When we continue to seek Him,
when we cry out, beg, plead,
when we recognize our loss of sight and choose to repent—

Through Jesus, our sight can be restored.
Our gratitude deepened.
His glory magnified.

“Lord, let me recover my sight.”

This is not a first-time prayer.
It’s a recurring one.

The Greek word for “recover my sight” (ἀναβλέψω) literally means:

“Let me see again.”

This is not a man who has never seen,
this is a man who once had sight and lost it.

And that is where I find myself.

When I first came to know Jesus, I could see Him everywhere:

• In Scripture
  
  

• In worship
  
  

• In nature
  
  

• In serving
  
  

• In people
  
  

But then came the seasons.
Seasons where I stopped on the side of the narrow path.
Where the rocks and dirt were kicked up around me
and all I could see was dust and shadows.

Where the weight of the label of my sin
and the parts of me I didn’t want to look at
blurred my vision.

Where the judgment of my own blindness
steered me off the road.

Where I heard the same voices that silenced the blind man:

“Stop it. Be quiet. You have no right to speak.”
“Be silent and stay silent.”
“Your blindness makes you unworthy.”

Those voices try to convince me that blindness disqualifies me.

But Jesus does not say that.

Jesus doesn’t rebuke the blind.

He restores them.

When I seek Him,
when I call out in desperate prayer,
when I reorient my life toward His voice,
He heals me.

Not by my effort,
not by my performance,
but by faith
faith that through Him, I will see again.

And I will.
I will see Him in the valleys.
I will see that while dust is being kicked up around me as I rest on the roadside,
He is planting seeds.
He is holding the watering can.
He is deepening His roots in the story He is writing on my heart—
a story that will one day give Him glory.

I will give thanks even for the seasons of blindness,
because as long as I keep my faith in Him,
I will see again.

Jesus does not rebuke the man for losing sight.

He calls him near.

He brings him back onto the path and asks:

“What do you want Me to do for you?”

And the man answers the cry of my own soul:

“Lord, I want to regain my sight.”

I want to see You again.
I want to see You in worship.
I want to see You in Scripture.
I want to see You in people.
I want to see Your presence woven through my days.
Lord, I want to see You.

And every time we ask Him for sight, He responds:

“Receive your sight; your faith has made you well.”

Grace restores sight.

Restored sight produces gratitude.
Gratitude produces worship.
Worship produces testimony.

When you meet that kind of grace, gratitude flows.
You begin to follow Jesus on a deeper level, glorifying God.

And when others see how far you fell,
how low you were in the dust,
how blind you became
and yet how your sight was restored by the mercy of Jesus
they praise God.
Your restored vision becomes testimony.

So the next time you fall…

The next time the dust blinds you,
the next time shame tells you to stay silent,
the next time you lose sight after walking faithfully

Cry out to Him.
Call on His mercy.
Let Him draw you close.
Ask for your sight to be restored.

Jesus will restore you.
And your restoration will glorify the Father.