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All I Know

"All I know is that once I was blind, but now I can see."  How many times am I going to have to tell this story?  The formerly blinded-from-birth beggar who had lived at the mercy of others was now walking and seeing for himself.  Certainly not used to all of the attention surrounding his new visionary status, but why the repeated unbelief from his neighbors, the town folks, and even the religious leaders?  He watched as his parents were interrogated by the synagogue officials, questioning if he was really their son and if he had truly been blinded at birth.  The fact remained, the man had been given his eyes to see that day by a God fearing man who demonstrated His power through him.  His story stuck, all he knew was "the man who is called Jesus made clay, and anointed my eyes, and said to me, 'Go to Siloam, and wash'; so I went away, and washed, and I received sight." (John 9:11)

All I know isn't much, at least I often feel that the older I get, the less I know.  It's ironic because the reality is I live in the information age with more discoveries and knowledge available than ever before.  Plus, that information is available to me 24/7.  Literally, I could search any of my "smart devices" and find out just about anything I have wondered or thought about.  But I will never know it all . . . 
 
It took more effort to ride this morning, and I'm not sure why.  It just seems that there are good days and bad days, but I still determined to make my way to the end of the road.  I  rest as needed along the way, taking a water break and catching my breath.  I only have the last third or fourth of the way to finish.  I looked down the hill and felt my age; yes, that road demonstrated my years gone by.  I am a bit beyond middle age, now cresting my senior years, and up ahead I see that the road, although steeper is much shorter.  Relief lies at the end as I pause to view the mountains and valley before me.  All I know is that I made it to the top, for one more day . . . 

Life for me is knowing facts of faith.  Behind knowledge is the One who creates, who reveals, who gives, who is.  All I know is that for some reason, unknown to me, I have been given life for this particular time and place.  All I know is that this God who has personally shown Himself to me through his Word and my life circumstances, loves me.  I don't know why, as often I know I am so unlovable.  Because of that love, His love, I have grace to live, to receive with gratitude, and to give away.  I can't explain my inner faith journey anymore than the blind man could explain his miraculous healing and sight.  The fact remained, he now had eyes that saw.  And all I know, and all that matters is that I am loved by God. . .

"Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. . ." 

   

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