After saying this, he spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. “Go,” he told him, “wash in the Pool of Siloam.” (This word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing. John 9: 5-7
Jesus didn’t need to spit. He could have simply said, open your eyes and see. He could have gently touched his eyes, or called down an army of angels to stir the healing waters.
He could have healed so many ways…
But God chose to paint healing
The God of all the universe used heavenly spit and mixed it with the down-and-dirty earth from which He first made man
… then He created again.
I love that God has never been worried about getting His hands dirty.
My filth. My disease. My germ-ridden life is no match for my Maker.
Never has been.
Never will be.
Lord, I am so often blind, seems this day to day living can do that…
Thanks for spitting and using my mud to make something beautiful.
“They overcame the world by the blood of the lamb and the word of their testimony.”