Happy International Coffee Day! It’s a wonderful wide-eyed day when all coffee drinkers all around the world – tall and short, black and white, purists and add-on-ists unite over their common affection, attraction and, let’s be honest, addiction to the java juice.
We know who we are and are proud of it.
Since my blog is called Second Cup of Coffee, it occurred to me that this might be a good day to reflect a bit on the origin of the blog’s name.
In order to do that, we have to do some detective work.
There is an interesting story in the Gospel of Mark (Mark 8:22-26) which describes Jesus healing a blind man.
They came to Bethsaida. And they brought a blind man to Jesus and implored Him to touch him. Taking the blind man by the hand, He brought him out of the village; and after spitting on his eyes and laying His hands on him, He asked him, “Do you see anything?” And he looked up and said, “I see men, for I see them like trees, walking around.” Then again He laid His hands on his eyes; and he looked intently and was restored, and began to see everything clearly.
I don’t know about you, but I find this a rather unusual miracle.
Not only Jesus seems to go through a lot of trouble with this guy, implementing some unorthodox healing techniques, but the healing itself actually takes place in two installments!
For years I wrecked my brain over this ‘botched’ miracle. I am not an eye specialist, but I couldn’t help but wonder whether this man was just a bit too much for Jesus to handle? A particularly difficult case that required extra effort even for the Son of God?
But in other places we see Jesus saying a word – or even without a word – doing these amazing faith-feats, not just with blind, sick, deaf, mute, demon-possessed and crazy people but also with DEAD people.
So, why did He ‘fail’ to deliver a flawless miracle in one fell swoop this time around?
Why did this man require the second touch of Jesus?