Jesus ends with a sharp line aimed at a particular kind of blindness.
He is not mocking disability. He is exposing arrogance.
There is a blindness that is unwelcome and painful, and it deserves compassion. But there is also a self-inflicted blindness: “I already know. I am
already right. I do not need to see other perspectives.” That kind of blindness is not about eyes. It is about a heart that has become unteachable.
The tragedy is that the Pharisees are surrounded by evidence of grace, but they cannot recognise it because it does not fit their system.
This is a word for the religious person in all of us. The part that would rather be correct
than kind. The part that prefers a tidy explanation to a messy human being.
Today, we might need to make a brave confession: “Lord, I have a blind spot.” The good news is that Jesus seems to enjoy working with people who know they need help.
If the week has been about sight, perhaps the final gift is this: the humility to admit that in some ways, we are blind and need to
learn to see and keep learning.
Where might your certainty be keeping you from compassion? What is one blind spot you can name honestly before God today?