The Miracle That Opened My Eyes

John 9:1-38

This is a fictional retelling of the story of the blind man in John 9, based on the biblical account. While the events are inspired by Scripture, the narrative is creatively imagined to give a personal perspective on the experience.

I never saw the world, not like you do. I don't know what it's like to watch the sun rise or see the faces of my family. But I learned to live with it. People would pass by me, some would throw coins in my cup, others would ignore me, but I was always there, on the street, day after day, with nothing but darkness before me.

One day, I heard the familiar murmur of a crowd. It was different this time—there was a sense of urgency, something electric in the air. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were looking at me. Then I heard a voice, and it wasn’t just any voice. It was gentle but filled with authority, like no one I had ever heard before.

"Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" someone asked.

I didn't answer. I couldn’t, but the question cut through the silence. It was a question that had haunted me all my life. Was my blindness a punishment? Was it something I had done, or something my parents had done? I never understood why I was born like this. I had asked myself the same question many times, but I never found the answer.

Then, to my surprise, the voice answered—not just to those around, but directly to me, though I couldn't see His face.

"Neither this man nor his parents sinned," He said. "But this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him."

I didn't understand it, but something in the way He said it made my heart race. There was a sense of hope in His words, a flicker of light in the midst of my dark world. I had never known such hope before.

The next thing I felt was the strange sensation of wetness on my eyes. I didn’t know what was happening—fingers? Clay? But then I heard the voice again.

"Go, wash in the Pool of Siloam."

I didn’t question it. Something in His voice told me to trust Him. I couldn’t see where the pool was, but I knew the way there by heart. I made my way there, each step guided by a faith I couldn’t explain. When I arrived and washed the mud off my eyes, something miraculous happened.

The darkness lifted.

I opened my eyes—truly opened them for the first time in my life. The world was no longer just a sea of blackness. I saw light. I saw shapes. I saw colors I had never known existed. I saw faces—faces full of surprise, wonder, and questions.

The joy was overwhelming. I had never seen the faces of my parents, but now I could. I saw the faces of my friends, the ones who had carried me and helped me. I saw them all, and the beauty of it almost brought me to my knees. I could see.

But the questions came fast. Some asked, “Is this the man who used to sit and beg?” I answered, “I am the man.” But others doubted. They couldn’t believe it was really me. It didn’t make sense. How could someone blind from birth suddenly see?

Then they took me to the Pharisees, and they questioned me too. They asked about the man who healed me. They wanted to know how it happened, and I told them the truth: "The man they call Jesus made mud and put it on my eyes. He told me to go to the Pool of Siloam and wash, and I did, and I can see."

Some of the Pharisees didn’t like this. They said Jesus couldn’t be from God because He healed on the Sabbath. They were more concerned with their laws than the miracle that had just happened in front of them. But I knew what I had experienced.

The truth was simple: I was blind, and now I see.

They asked me again, "What do you say about Him?" I didn’t know much about Him, but one thing was clear. He was the one who had given me sight. He was a prophet.

But they wouldn’t listen. So, they threw me out.

And that was when He came to find me again. I heard His voice once more, and when I turned toward Him, He asked me, “Do you believe in the Son of Man?”

I didn’t know who He was, not yet. But something in His presence told me that He was more than just a man. He had done something no one else could do.

“Who is He, sir?” I asked. “Tell me so that I may believe in Him.”

And then He spoke the words that I will never forget: “You have now seen Him; in fact, He is the one speaking with you.”

I believed. Right then and there, I knew. He was the Messiah. He was the one who had come to open the eyes of the blind—not just physically, but spiritually. He was the one who had come to heal not just my eyes, but my soul.

And I worshiped Him.

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