Bartimaeus didn’t have much of a life. He sat by the roadside & begged for other people’s leftovers. Of himself he could do nothing. Jesus was his way out, his means of escape from his miserable existence.

So, when he realised who was passing he called out. He had no shame, no care for how he looked or sounded. The cry was simple: “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.” Jesus was the answer, and Bartimaeus was asking!

The crowd tried to shout him down, but he called out all the more. He knew Jesus was his only hope, and this was his one chance. He called in desparation and Jesus heard him!

How often is our cry too weak and too feeble; too half hearted. We get assured that all is fine and that we don’t need to cry out. So we give up and settle back into second hand Christian living.

Jesus longs to hear us cry out, and wants to extend his love and mercy to us, if only we would truly seek him.

It was Bartimaeus’ belief that Jesus would help that brought healing and a new life. Do we believe enough to cry out in true belief?

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