I Want to See Again
I heard the Gospel about the blind man once more, and this time, Luke 18:35-43 resonated with me in a deeply familiar way. It reminded me of one of BroA’s most frequently shared reflections during recollections. He would always ask, “Which line strikes you the most?” And yesterday, the words “Lord, I want to see again” struck me profoundly. The blind man’s plea was simple yet profound. He longed for sight—not just physical, but perhaps even spiritual. And it made me think of where we are now in our journey with God. I remember the early days—those moments when we were like the disciples at Pentecost, on fire with the Holy Spirit. The vision was undeniable. We were filled with zeal, eager to bring others closer to Christ through service. That fire was contagious, drawing many into the mission. We lived with the certainty that God was with us, that He would provide for us. But of course, the honeymo...