Meeting a blind man in the New York Port Authority Terminal building formed my understanding of people with disabilities.
Hundreds of people rush through this building every minute, especially during the early evening hours. As I recall that building: subways trains would continually drop off and pickup passengers on at least two levels below the main level while buses disgorged and swallow passengers on at least two levels above the main concourse and above the buses were several levels of car parking. That building continually absorbs and wrings out enough traffic to fill an interstate highway.
I had met my father at his work earlier that day and we were heading to the bus that would take us home when my father recognized and hailed a friend of the family wending his way across the concourse swinging and tapping his red tipped white cane. We chatted for a minute or two when he flipped open the bezel of his watch, felt the position of its hands then told he might miss his bus. After explaining that he had lost count of his steps during our conversation, he asked if I would guide him to his bus. I agreed then he pushed me across the floor and up the escalator and to where his bus stood waiting. Slightly disoriented I mused aloud about getting to my bus, then he proceeded to give me accurate directions to my bus. Although fully blind, he had seen where I had not.
When Jesus healed a man born blind, his entire community failed him: his neighbors could no longer recognize him as his identifying disability had disappeared; the authorities would not recognize how he had been healed, as it did not fit the story they wished to tell; and his parents could not celebrate his healing as they feared the authorities. Only Jesus remained.
What blind spots do we have that keep us from seeing people around us for what they can do to build the kingdom of heaven?
I will have more to say about John 9:1-41 on Sunday, March 19th at Temple Terrace Presbyterian Church.
Robert Shaw, Pastor