There was once a blind man
who sat on the streets and begged. He was born blind. His blindness concerned
his parents, and so they set him on the streets to beg and there he sat. Along
came another man, who told him of the Kingdom of Heaven and of the love of God
and asked the blind man if he believed. And the blind man said, "Lord, I
believe. "That’s all it took, after all he had nothing, no walls of financial
security or intellectuality or family ties, all things were gone and the blind
man was starting from scratch when Jesus came by. (John 9:38). How much heart
did this man have? Enough to never deny that Christ was who he was. Do I have
that kind of heart? Is my worship indicative of that heart?
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