Radically Happy

The man looked up and said, “I see people, but they look like trees walking around.”

I fear I share the disease
Of just seeing people as trees
As lumber my palace to build
Or obstacles dropped as I willed

It’s better than still being blind
When people were not on my mind
Yet Jesus wants me to relate
With more than contempt, scorn or hate

Lord, cover my eyes with Your hand
So I learn to love as You planned
Gift us with new kinds of seeings
People as full human beings

Today I will see
That my Others See You

As Jesus and his disciples were going into Bethsaida, some people brought a blind man to him and begged him to touch the man.
Jesus took him by the hand and led him out of the village, where he spit into the man’s eyes.
He placed his hands on the blind man and asked him if he could see anything.
The man looked up and said, “I see people, but they look like trees walking around.”
Once again Jesus placed his hands on the man’s eyes, and this time the man stared.
His eyes were healed, and he saw everything clearly.
Jesus said to him, “You may return home now, but don’t go into the village.”

Mark‬ ‭8‬:‭22‬-‭26‬