On healing the sight.
Today in church I was concerned with things that had nothing to do with the sermon. I'm always thinking about Jesus these days in one way or another. For instance, I was very happy to think of some things that I would have confessed and seen them in the Bible and in church. What I mean to say is, I have actually been being good without any nonsense, instead, trying to focus continually on the good so that it can keep improving me. But I have guilt. I was very unhappy to have, for instance, once not let a nice old lady come and stay in my apartment. She was older, Russian (an immigrant) and very harmless seeming. But I had a broken mirror in my bedroom where she could have stayed and I was staying in the living room, excuses, excuses... more than anything, I feared her. Even though she was more innocent looking than my grandmother. So I was scared of her. And I felt bad. Because there is no love in that. And then I saw it in the Bible the next day in Isaiah that someone migh...
