His parents answered them and said, “We know that this is our son, and that he was born blind; but by what means he now sees we do not know, or who opened his eyes we do not know. He is of age; ask him. He will speak for himself.” His parents said these things because they feared the Jews, for the Jews had agreed already that if anyone confessed that He was Christ, he would be put out of the synagogue. Therefore his parents said, “He is of age; ask him.”
They again called the man who was blind, and said to him, “Give God the glory! We know this man is a sinner.”
He answered and said, “Whether He is a sinner or not I do not know. One thing I know: that though I was blind, now I see.” (John 9:18-25)
I have a few thoughts when reading of this man’s parents. Where is their abandoned joy in seeing their son seeing? Maybe it’s just me, but if my son was born blind, he would not be begging to survive; not on my watch. Now, to their credit, they did confess it was their son. And they did give eyewitness testimony of his blindness. But sadly, their bondage to religion trumped any care or concern for the inquisition their boy was enduring.
The parents did make one good point, even though their motivation was selfish and self-protective. They twice stated an important truth: the son was responsible for his own confession and witness of the one called Christ. God has no grandchildren. I have repeatedly stressed this to my own son in his wanderings. His grandparents, his parents, nor anyone else’s personal relationship with Jesus Christ is his. He must speak for himself. We all must.
“Give God the glory!” Have you ever noticed how acceptable it is to invoke the name, God? With the exception of the most hardened atheists, a good mention of the name, God, is welcomed just about anywhere by everyone. However, the J-word, the C-word, no, no, such references cause the air to suddenly get asthmatic, followed by a lot of gawking at the floor and all kind of twitches and nervous ticks. Yet, how is God ever glorified in the myriad denials of His beloved Son?
The man, who moments before had never seen anything, now sees the corner he’s been backed into and out he charges. “Yeah, well maybe He is a sinner by your definition, but what I know of Him is this: I was born blind, now I see.”
Next time: Closed Eyes