The day started out like every other day he could remember. As soon as he felt the warm rays of the sun strike his face, he pulled himself up from his makeshift bed on the side of the road. Thankfully, it hadn’t rained during the night and the temperatures were still manageable this time of the year. Of course, this good fortune would change all too soon.
He shook the dust off his motley robe, took his cup and placed his last two coins in it. “Alms for the poor?” he constantly pleaded, as he rattled the coins in his cup.
Thankfully, an occasional passerby would reward his begging with another small coin. Maybe he would have enough by day’s end to buy some stale bread to temporarily appease the constant gnawing in his stomach.
He couldn’t help that he was poor, as no one would hire him to work. After all, what kind of work could a blind man do? It appeared painfully obvious to him and everyone else that his life’s work would amount to nothing but begging.
While hope was normally a thought that rarely crossed his mind, he had recently heard some amazing stories of sick people being healed, cripples walking, deaf hearing, and yes, even blind people seeing! Not surprisingly, hope was not only crossing his mind these days, hope was blazing a major pathway through it! Could this be the day he received infinitely more than a few coins; his sight, his life?
His dreams were interrupted when he heard a large crowd coming his way. His curiosity piqued, he stopped begging for alms, and started begging for information. Thankfully, a passerby had mercy on him and responded, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.” Could it be true that Hope was within reach? But how could he speak to Him since He was surrounded by such a large crowd?
He had no recourse but to shout above the noise of the crowd, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” Unfortunately, some within the crowd heard him and rebuked him for his outburst and demanded he be quiet. But they didn’t understand that this, no He, was his only hope for sight; for life! So he shouted even louder, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”
Hope heard and Hope stopped! Those who had just chided him for his annoying shouts, now encouraged him, “Cheer up! He’s calling you!” Bartimaeus threw off his cloak, jumped to his feet and felt his way to Hope.
He sensed His presence even before he heard His question, “What do you want me to do for you?” They were unfamiliar words to him, yet more exhilarating than anyone could possibly imagine! Trembling, knowing the audacity it took for a beggar to ask such a thing of a King, the words spilled out anyway, “I want to see.”
“Go,” He simply said, “your faith has healed you.” Immediately, he saw Hope, and his life reborn!