"Lord. I want to see,"
When I came to St. Paul's as pastor thirty-six
years ago I met almost every day with a man
named Peter and his sister Mary.
In 1946 the Israelis, taking over Jerusalem,
drove them from the family property known
for its giant plum trees.
Peter had owned an automobile agency that had
him driving customers all around the Holy
Land. He particularly hated driving through
Jericho that was very hot, and infested with
Every time I heard today's Gospel I found myself
sharing the misery of blind Bartimeus passing the
years squatting in the dust, sweating at flies. I also
shared his joy when Jesus made him see.0