Tuesday, March 11, 2014

The Blind Woman

As I Google “symptoms of parasites” yet again, my thoughts drift back to the blind woman. Many details escape my memory but maybe they will resurface here on paper. My team of teens and twenties had been in Nepal not a week when we saw our first miracle. I’m not actually sure if it was the first or not, or actually if it was a miracle at all, but it was in the first week of our two month outreach that the blind woman was healed.

Allow me to insert a mid-story preface. (I know I probably won’t go back and edit this.) To a Christian, God is indisputably the Creator of the universe, He loves His creation (us) so much that He sent His only Son to die as a sacrifice, only to come back to life three days later, conquering death and taking the penalty of our sins away from us, God is love. He is eternal, The Beginning and The End, The First and The Last. He is infinite, just, gracious, compassionate and all-powerful. There is no box labeled “God” that you can open and close, there is no human mind that can contain or fathom all that is God, who we serve and love with everything that we are. We have only the peace that surpasses understanding.

In general, Americans don’t speak Nepali and people from Nepal don’t speak English. So, while we prayed for a group of believers in a small house doubling as a church, we had a few translators hastily moving from group to group. Guys pray for guys and girls pray for girls; which is why it wasn’t until later that evening back at our host’s house that I learned of the blind woman. It turned out that the tiny middle-aged woman that I had seen weeping with joy had been blind for twenty years prior to that day. Other team members had noticed her earlier struggling to find a seat on the floor due to her cataracts that rendered her sightless. So when she asked for prayer for her eyes, our girls sprang into fervent action. We saw her the next day. She was smiling a large toothy grin and greeted our team warmly. I remember making eye-contact with her.

Even though I’m sometimes skeptical about this event and it makes me feel uncomfortable when I talk about it and others like it, the bottom line is this: God can do anything. So I guess, why not this?

I suppose the important thing to dwell on is not whether or not she was actually healed, or even why she was or why so many others weren't, but rather the fact that throughout the two months I spent in Nepal with eleven other Americans, we had the privilege of speaking to over 5,000 people about Jesus Christ and the love He offers them. Several of us had the opportunity to personally lead individuals to Christ and set them on a life path that will forever change them and the people around them. Even if we had spoken to no one, done nothing of consequence for anyone, experienced no personal growth and flown back home feeling empty and useless; if we had done absolutely nothing except plant one small seed in one person’s heart, if we had given hope to just one person during the whole of those two months, it would have been worth it. In this, I find the peace that surpasses understanding and I am thankful.