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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: See (07/22/10)

TITLE: Siloam
By Jody Day
07/28/10


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The first day that my Father brought me here was the most humiliating day of my life. I was blind, after all, not stupid or physically weak. My father trembled as he led me down the staircase which leads to the pool of Siloam. I could not help him in the fields. He sat me down on the steps and his voice broke as he whispered, “I am sorry, my son. I will return for you at dusk.” He quickly handed me an empty basket and hurried away. A basket for a beggar! Didn’t he know that I was only blind; not without hope to someday find work, marry, have a family of my own? Hope left me that day; a blind beggar.
Day after day I counted footsteps; my heightened senses discerning between male and female, young and old, well or infirmed. I whispered a ‘thank-you’ to those who tossed coins into my basket.
Each day my mother brought me a small lunch and took me for a walk. One day last week she was brimming over with news of the man, Jesus of Nazareth, who was stirring up the Pharisees. He had barely escaped stoning that morning, the last day of the Feast of Tabernacles. He claimed to be older than Abraham. Some claim he is the Messiah.
“He stood up in the temple this morning and cried out, ’If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’ My heart burned within me,“ my mother whispered. There was fear in her voice as she recounted to me how the Pharisees threatened excommunication from the synagogue to anyone who called this man the Christ.
“Do you believe in this man, my mother?” I asked her. She gripped my arm and lowered her voice. “Until dusk, my son,” she said and went on her way.
She said he spoke of living water. Living like the pool of Siloam, where hopes were dashed every time the water moved? I sat in my darkness, which was much deeper and more profound than my lack of sight.
A moment later my soul vibrated within me. Someone stood before me and the air tingled, like after lightening strikes the earth. I couldn’t move. A warm substance seemed to emanate from him and enveloped me in an embrace.
“Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but that the works of God should be revealed in him. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.”
Light! That word, idea, emotion; that thing that I could not fathom or achieve stood before me? He knelt down beside me and actually spit on the ground. The next thing I knew he was smearing mud on my eyes. Then he said, “Now go, wash in the pool of Siloam.”
No one had ever helped me down the stairs into the pool before but now I would go no matter what. I half stumbled, half crawled until I felt the water with my hands. I did as He bade me and washed the mud from my eyes. I tell you I could see! I didn’t know what I was looking at, but I could see. Who was this man?
The Pharisees grilled both my parents and I about this miracle. They tried to convince us that Jesus was not from God, that he was a sinner.
“Whether he is a sinner or not, I don't know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!" This angered them. They hurled insults at me and threw me out.
“If he were not from God, he could do nothing.” I repeated this to myself over and over. The statement angered the Pharisees, but it was bubbling up from my heart. Suddenly Jesus stood before me again. He spoke lovingly to me about who he is. “Lord, I believe.” I fell down and worshipped him.
Why am I here again at Siloam? My Master granted me my life-long desire to help my father and mother. But I come here to tell these poor and sick about the light of the world, my Jesus.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/31/10
This is an excellent rendition of the Blind Man in the Bible. The lack of hope he felt really tugged at my heart.

You need to work on the mechanics of writing so that it is easier for the reader to read. Try a shorter paragraph in the beginning and add some white space between the paragraphs as well as starting a new paragraph when a new person starts talking.

You had some many vivid details and you brought out a lot of emotion in me. I found my heart pounding several times while reading this story.

You did a great job with the actual story telling. It just needs some polishing which is easily done. Great job.
Marita Vandertogt08/03/10
This is a beautiful piece. You brought Jesus to life with your words. I could almost feel His presence while reading. The way you bring people in and out of the story gives the reader more of a sense of what the blind man experienced. I find this one unique and right on topic.
Charla Diehl 08/03/10
I like the way you brought this familiar story to life. It does need a little re-working, but definitely, keep writing.
Allison Egley 08/03/10
I liked the point of view you chose for this story.

Think about what the man thought when he could first see... How he reacted. I felt the reaction was a bit... "subdued." I was expecting more excitement!

I think you captured the man's feelings of inadequacy well, though. Very good!
Pam Ford Davis 08/04/10
Beautiful article based on one of my favorite stories about Jesus' healing power!
Short and SO sweet....
I once was blind; NOW I SEE!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 08/05/10
Congratulations for placing in the top 15 of your level!
Angie McTaggart08/20/10
I really enjoyed this re-telling of one of my very favorite stories in the Bible!