Healing the Blind

About 2 years ago I broke my foot. In a few seconds I went from able and capable to helpless and in pain. It was one of those “why-did-it-happen-to-me” experiences. I learned how careful I needed to be with my broken foot; the break was in the one spot with the least amount of blood-flow. It may not heal completely, which would mean I’d need surgery to join the broken sections.

When the disciples asked Christ about the man born blind, whether he had sinned or his parents, Christ responded that the man had born blind so Christ could heal him and manifest the power of God on earth. Christ then anointed the man’s eyes and commanded him to wash in a certain spring. The blessings depended on that man’s willingness to obey. Had he failed to do the work, he would not have received his sight.(See John 9:1-7)

From this incident we learn two important patterns: some times we have trials so we and others can see the blessings and miracles of God in our lives

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Those blessings, while prepared for us, require us to act and exercise our faith before God can grant it.

Another blind man, also healed by Christ, received his sight by degrees. When Christ first blessed him, he saw men like trees walking. Christ then blessed him again and he went seeing perfectly (Mark 8:22-25).

Much like the ache of my broken bone, when I prayed for relief I did not feel it immediately, but eventually He helped me heal and the pain left. The healing did not come all at once, only through obedience to the natural laws of healing and living in faith.

We are not perfect. We all suffer from trials and afflictions because of this mortality, but if we come to Christ He will help us overcome our trials by either making us strong enough to bear them or relieving them. The blessings will only come if we do our part.  He will heal us if we have faith in him and obey the laws and commandments He has given us.

183 Years Ago Today

Joseph was a promised a great treasure valued beyond earthly money. Exactly 183 years ago today (September 22), at the dark hours just after midnight, Joseph returned to the large hill not too far from his home. The time had come to retrieve the treasure.

By the light of the moon under the forest on the hill, watching keenly for the townsfolk who believed there was gold for the getting, Joseph made his way to the top of the hill. Rumors had spread through the town; buried gold lay in the hills.

He didn’t have a safe place yet to keep them and, strictly charged by the messenger who delivered them, Joseph secreted them into a hollow log among all the trees. It was safe for the time. The next day he left on a job to earn money for a strong chest: a safer place for the miraculous treasure.

Only a few days later, rumors had flown again. His wife Emma set off on horseback to bring Joseph back from his job. A mob was heading to search the hill and find the treasure. Joseph hurried to the hiding place and, wrapping the treasure in a linen cloth, tucked the 50 pound bundle under his left arm.

He hurried home, avoiding the trails, but as he climbed over a fallen tree a man struck him from behind with a gun. Joseph turned, and with the plates under one arm, struck the man with the other. Joseph began running through the heavy forest for his life and for the safety of the plates he carried. He ran nearly 3 miles to his home, arriving safely though attacked twice more before getting home.

He took the sacred record, priceless in gospel truth, engraved on plates of gold, and buried them under the fireplace. Exhausted from his run, the trustee of the plates then faced a mob of people, all searching for gold. In that first night, the mob tried 3 times to steal the plates. By the Lord’s mercy, the plates and the sacred message they contain stayed safe that night.