As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, ‘Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?’
‘Neither this man nor his parents sinned,’ said Jesus, ‘but this happened that the work of God might be displayed in his life. As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.’
This passage was so timely for me. A special baby that I had been praying for died on Sunday, and as devastating as that is, I know that he is being lovingly cradled in the arms of his heavenly Father who has made him whole. And I know also that there was a purpose for this sweet babe’s life—to point to Christ.
I praise the One who makes all things new, and who has conquered death and grave. This world is not the end. Hallellujah!