“His disciples asked Him, saying, ‘Master, who did sin, this man or his parents, that this has been visited upon him?’ The Lord answered them, saying, ‘neither this man hath sinned, nor his parents, but that through him the works of God should be made manifest.’”
This passage is from the ninth chapter of the Gospel of John, yet the words might have been written in reference to me.
I bore an affliction from childhood, through no fault of my own, nor of my mother and father, and as with the case of the blind man healed by our Lord referenced in this passage from the Scriptures, through my afflictions, the overcoming of those same, the might of God became revealed.
These verses, though not the most precious to me, are the ones I most often call into memory, for they are mine; they tell my story. In all respects save one, those verses define me. In that one, they ring false and hollow. No mention is made in John’s Gospel of any wrong committed by the blind man. He is depicted only as a victim of misfortune, and blameless.
Whereas I, oh, I, brothers and sisters, have sinned.
My story, then, is one both of transgression and redemption. Where to begin it? Let us begin it together, as if undertaking a journey, you and I, as pilgrims, if you will accompany me.
My story begins and ends with blood.