It was over a month ago that I was sitting on the floor in the back corner of a church in Guatemala City, listening to Sunday morning’s message, translated so that I could understand it. The message titled, A Mile of Faith, it’s subject, the walk of the blind man in John 9. It’s this muddy eyed walk that I have been thinking about. Jesus is walking with his disciples and has cause to stop, stoop down, spit into the dirt and make some mud, then smear it on the blind man’s face. He then commands the blind man to go and wash it in a certain pool of water. Unseeing, (and since he didn’t ask to be healed quite possibly thinking “Um ok, what in the world just happened?”) the blind man trusted and with mud smeared on his eyes, he walked to the pool. He didn’t get halfway there and stop deciding it was a fools errand. He didn’t just turn and wipe the spit and dirt from his eyes, thinking to himself “crazy man.” The blind man trusted and he walked. He obeyed and he gained miraculous sight.
How hard is to keep walking when we can’t see where we are going? How difficult is it to be obedient when the path is long? Blind faith…it looks different for all of us.
What a path I have found myself on. Not one part of it makes sense to my orderly, obsessive compulsive mind.
In the last 12 months,
We moved to my “never house” in an effort to “do more with less.” This was a sacrafice for all involved and required a buy-in from the entire family. Our project house is still in various forms of completion.
We started a non-profit in an effort to love on others (LoveRunners.org, please check it out if you haven’t yet) and Do Good.
We opened a store (something I said we would never do) to help fund said non-profit. (And having already been there 6 months have just agreed to extend our lease another 6 months. This is for real now…no more “playing store.”) (You can check out our online store at DoGoodStudio.org. Our online inventory is always changing as does our brick and mortar location.)
Through the generosity of others in this venture, we have funded 6 causes – in Columbia and Zambia, Guatemala, South Dakota, and locally in both Sandusky and Norwalk. And I am excited to share that we are well on our way with another 3!
Most recent, and most impactful, was the trip my 14 year old daughter and I took to Guatemala City for a week to serve at an orphanage.
We had our eyes opened to a heartache that has changed our world. We had to see it to truly understand it. All the reading, researching, and memorizing of statistics fall short of the reality. David Platt said “orphans are easier to ignore before you know their names…see their faces…hold them in your arms. But once you do, everything changes.”
I believe that the same can be said for the poverty that they have come from. Once you see it, everything changes. For so many reasons, I keep waiting for my heart to settle back down after this trip, and one very special life-changing encounter, but it hasn’t. I am not sure it ever will.
None of this is about me though. To God be the glory in all of it. He has made this possible. This is His work. I am just trying to walk obediently, blindly but trusting. He is using my “nevers” for His purposes – His good. If this had been left up to me, if the past 12 months had followed my plans, this is not what it would have looked like. Suddenly, a passion and fire have been ignited, fueled, as I begin to see where this path may be leading. But, it is on the horizon still, and until I get closer, until my eyes are opened to seeing the fullness of it, I will just keep walking towards it.
What does your path look like? What would happen if you had the courage to walk blindly in the direction that God has called you to? Where would you be standing 12 months from now?
I would encourage you to have the courage to start, and to have the patience and fortitude to keep walking when you can’t see, so that you may experience the exhilaration of first sight as you travel your own path.
And oh yes, Happy Valentine’s Day!
2 thoughts on “A Blind Mile”
Well said, my friend. I wonder how many blind miles we’ve/I’ve started in life and haven’t finished? How many times has I let “this is too hard” win? I have a blind mile ahead of me right now. Like you, I want every detail filled in before I move. Not this time, though. There’s a lot of trust, faith, and listening right now. Usually, I know the end, the goal. Not this time. I have only a vague idea of what it is. But we keep on walking.