The characters in these daily postings are fictional. I enjoy understanding the makeup of various characters – how they dress – how they talk – what they think and how they relate to others. The stories are taken from actual events which occurred during Jesus’ ministry from the point of view of those who were witness to them. The time was right for God to send His Son into the world. It was all part of His amazing plan for our salvation. I hope you enjoy taking this journey with me.


For many years, my father had longed for a son. He was a farmer, you see and he needed some extra muscle to push through the soil and plant the seeds. After having fathered seven daughters, he was delighted to finally receive the boy he longed for. He named me Baritimaeus, because it meant highly prized. It soon became apparent that even though I was valued, I wasn’t complete. My eyes never witnessed the light of day. I never learned how to smile, because I didn’t know how it looked to do so. I couldn’t see the people as they walked in and out of the city gate, but I could hear them. I could feel their presence, I could smell the desert on them and the animals they tended. I could taste the occasional crust of bread offered, but I could not tell what they were thinking or how they reacted to me. I was blind to both the good and bad.

My father’s joy quickly turned to sadness when he realized I would never really be the son he waited for. I was no longer prized or honored. I don’t think I ever was. As a young child I would hear him asking God what he had done to deserve this punishment. He grew more and more ashamed of my condition. I knew he loved me, but he felt I was a burden and there was nothing he could do to change that. When I was just a young teenager, I was disowned and placed at the gate to beg for my living. I was a beggar, one with a huge disability and certain to live a short life of poverty and disgrace. I never saw my father again.

It was a busy day in Jericho. People were chattering about a man called Jesus, the healer who freed . people from their physical ailments. They said he was the promised Messiah – a messiah I had heard my father speak about in my early childhood. Years passed from those forgotten days. My life was one of humiliation. My eyes were shut, but I could still hear the voices and the witnesses who saw Jesus at work. I wondered, deep in my soul, if he would have time for me. I could only dream. I cried out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” 

Those who followed Jesus, laughed and made snide remarks about my condition. They told me to be quiet and not to bother the master. I knew I was chasing the wind, but something happened in that short time. I screamed out at the top of my lungs, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” 

Jesus heard my voice. He turned and said to his men, “Call him.” His disciples told me to take heart and brought me to his presence. I threw off my dirty cloak. I had nothing of value to offer this man of peace, but he was willing to give me a moment of his time.  “What do you want me to do for you?” he said.

I asked to have my sight. Within seconds, a lifetime of blindness had been overtaken by the light of the world. I didn’t deserve this special treatment, but this Jesus thought I was. My sight was clear and everything came to life for me at last. I was filled with joy for having my eyes opened. He gave me the gift of sight with no strings attached. All I did was ask.

The next time I saw Jesus was outside the gates of Jerusalem, as he carried a cross upon his slaughtered body. Blood fell from his wounds. Sweat and spit tangled his hair and beard. He was on the way to Golgotha to be crucified as common criminal. I wished for a moment that I was blind again. I then realized, by the look in my Savior’s eyes, that he knew full well what he was doing. He was born for one purpose. To carry our sins on his own back as a living sacrifice – to save us from the sting of death and gift us with eternal life. I was once blind, but now I see. God loved all of us so much that He gave His own Son to save us.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. oneta hayes says:

    Wonderful story. I call you to write some Bible fiction novels. Well if God thinks it is a good plan, I do to.

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    • says:

      Thank you so much. Your words are a great encouragement because I have great respect for your writing.


  2. Beautiful— blind but now I see!

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