John 9:10

There is a definite clash of opinions. “It’s him!” say some, while others counter, “It only looks like him!”  Finally he speaks up for himself. “It’s me, folks!” he shouts. John 9:10 EFP 

It’s almost comical. The onlookers must have wondered what was going on. Not everyone knew the man as a blind man or a beggar. So they must have been more than a bit confused to hear the banter between those who insisted it was the blind man and those who insisted it was not, but only a look-alike. People begin to ask questions. After all, why would anyone be arguing whether a man walking confidently on the dusty gravel road, without assistance, was once blind? Or why would other be arguing the contrary?  A blind man does not walk down the street without assistance at the pace of the man in question. And why argue the ridiculous?

The commotion finally catches the attention of the man in focus. He is most likely lost. He only knows the way with his eyes closed, but he certainly does not want to go back to that dark world he had inhabited all his life. He sees the people staring. He notices a group following him. He takes notice of the discussion of people who sound familiar but who he has never seen before. He finally realizes what the ruckus is all about—it’s about him. Of course, he is walking like a normal sighted man. He is not begging. He stops in his tracks and shouts out with what must have been the most exhilarating and moving declaration. “It’s me!”

“It’s me, it’s just not the same me!” That’s all he says. No explanation. His statement silences the crowd. They digest the statement. They process the incongruence. They digest the cognitive dissonance. Some things simply have no rational explanation. Dare they ask? It makes me smile. I wish there were more moments like these in my world. Sadly, the opposite is more true than not. Where are the miracles? God is the same God. Have we changed? Have I?