It was the best day of my life, and it was about to get a little challenging before it became even better.
Let me explain. This man named Jesus, He put mud on my eyes, and asked me to go to the pool of Siloam to wash and I washed and came back seeing.
It was one of the most transformational and exciting moment of my life ever.
‘Have you ever felt gazes? Like just the feeling.
I have.
In fact I couldn’t see since I was born but I could always feel a gaze.
Most of them were gazes of disgust, of judgement, or of the bad example.
‘Don’t you ever lie or steal Benyamin, you’ll end up like that man there who can’t see.’ a woman once said as I felt the gaze of this boy name Benyamin change from curiosity to disgust.
I used to gaze in wonder as a child, watching the wonder of a sunrise, or the beauty of a rainbow. I still gaze now and again, especially when I see an eagle soaring above me, or at some unique flower growing out of the cement (yes where I stay now gives me this privilege).
But if I’m honest with you, I find it harder to stop and gaze now then when I was a child. Life comes with its worries and baggage and tries to pull me down. I no longer look at my yummy meal and savour every bite of it, in fact I am usually multitasking on the phone. I no longer find rain intriguing, in fact I sometimes consider it a nuisance.
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