In that day the deaf shall hear the words of a book, and out of their gloom and darkness the eyes of the blind shall see.
Don’t you love those scenes in the Gospels where Christ finds a blind beggar on the margins of society and heals him? We see ourselves in those stories, don’t we? That’s our weathered face, our scorched skin, our hopeless look, being touched by a divine hand that’s astonishingly as calloused as our own. And to me, that’s why grace is more than just amazing; it’s shocking—like piercing light to eyes that have only known darkness. In fact, as I ponder the wonder of redemption and all that it means, a line like “I once was blind but now I see” seems grossly insufficient. It doesn’t cut it—not even close. Yet, somehow, I can’t stop singing it! While the poet in me moans for better words, the blind man in me weeps for joy. No matter how hard I try, no matter how many pages I fill up with poetic analogies, Isaiah 29:18, though it says so little, still says it best.
So today, Christian—blind man—beggar, rejoice in the Lord for His amazing, shocking, whatever-word-you-choose grace that found you in the dark and opened your eyes!