Jesus spit on the man’s eyes and put his hands on him and asked, “Do you see anything?” He looked up and said, “I see people; they look like trees walking around.” Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.
–Mark 8-22-25 (NIV)
Some things I don’t want to see.
I cover my eyes and hope
when I open them again,
the internet will be working,
I won’t get my days mixed up,
and I’ll remember to do
both things on my list.
Then I noisily crash into reality
and panic,
losing all rational thought
which only makes things worse.
It’s embarrassing,
disruptive,
and humbling.
But as I take a long, loving look at the real,
I notice
the world didn’t come to an end,
my friends didn’t desert me,
and I was able to carry on.
Like the blind man Jesus healed,
at first, I only see trees walking around
bashing into things.
Then, I see Jesus
and his beautiful eyes
in the faces of my friends
taking a long, loving look
at me.
Take a long loving look at the real.
–Walter Burghardt, SJ
An Everyday Pilgrim 
Thank you for that, Esther. Today a waitress at a coffee shop talked and laughed with me. And I felt so good. What was that!? And then I said to Don, “I think I need to know that I’m liked.” Lately it’s been hard to believe that God loves me, much less likes me. But maybe he was telling me this morning at the coffee shop that he likes me—enough to talk and laugh with me. Martha
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That’s so beautiful and true. Thank you, Martha, for sharing that with me and my readers. That warms my heart. May you have many more experiences like that.
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