Many years ago in a far off country there lived a husband and wife who loved each other very much. In every way  they would do things for one another, constantly expressing their love. Regardless of their physical blindness they continually sought ways to comfort  each other in the midst of their disability. 

But the longing of their hearts was to have a child, a child they could love. They endured in faith believing the good Lord would answer their prayers from above. One day when the right time had come, Martha announced to her dearly beloved husband they were soon to be parents of their first child whom they were sure to love. And later that year their first son was born, and oh what rejoicing was in their home and in their neighborhood.  Little Samuel was born a very healthy strong boy, and very much so with the ability to see. 

As little Samuel grew up he was nurtured and loved very much by his parents, he learned how to walk and how to talk and dress himself in the mornings. And soon the day arrived for Samuel to go off to his first day at school. When he arrived in class all of his fellow classmates greeted him, and his teachers were excited to have a new child in class. But as the first day wore on, the teachers in their observation of Samuel were puzzled by the way he did things. When he sat to eat his lunch he would feel around the table and his plate to find his food, and when he walked the halls he walked close to the walls feeling his way along. And even when he turned to page 23, he counted the pages to get there rather than to look and see.

The teachers were perplexed at this and began to enquire, as it appeared little Samuel could not see. After a battery of tests, the results came back confirming little Samuel indeed could see with 20/20 vision from both his eyes. After an interview with Samuels parents it became apparent that Samuel's parents were both blind, and so because of their blindness could never teach Samuel how to see. But now that he had entered into a body of people who could see, he began to be shown how to live and walk using his sight, discovering a whole new world he was blind to. And every time he allowed his old ways to come back to him, he had a tendency to go back to walking without sight as he once did with his parents. 

 We live in a world sad to say, that has walked many years without sight, a world that is blind to the light of Christ, and walking in their own ways. And even when it's revealed to us that we've been blind, we now have a new way to walk. To walk in His light, no longer to stay in the dark. To focus our eyes on the one who has set us free, and to constantly fellowship with Him. So as to walk by His light, and by His sight. And if we go back to walking with the world, and trusting in things seen rather than Him who is unseen. We will again go back to walking in the dark, and for ever keep bumping into the things of the past (our sinful ways). 

We therefore need to "fix our eyes on Jesus" the one who is able to teach us His ways for He is the author and finisher of our faith. To walk by His sight so that we are constantly in the light. For He has called us to walk in the light of His spirit throwing off every thing that hinders us, not forsaking the assembly of fellow saints. Allowing the Lord to sharpen us, one by the other as steel sharpens steel, reading His word to show ourselves approved.  We live daily in a society, filled with blind people whose eyes of the spirit are still blind. And if we allow ourselves, we will return to walk and live as they do, as we once did. But if we will keep our eyes on Him who is light, we to like the teachers in the story, will be able to demonstrate His sight to many and they will  learn to walk in His light, the light of His Glory. And that my dear friends is the moral of this story.  

"The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,"

by; Simantov Allalouf