“And they came to Jericho: and as he went out of Jericho with his disciples and a great number of people, blind Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, sat by the highway side begging. And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out, and say, Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me. “Mark 10:46-47

Every day as Bartimaeus sat by the side of the road, he listened to the footsteps of those who passed by.  He knew as some stopped, maybe spoke to him, and dropped a coin in his cup.  He also heard the ones that passed by as quickly as possible and just ignored him.

But then there was a day that was different.  It had been quiet for awhile but suddenly he heard a crowd approaching.  He heard the footsteps of many people, some old, some young but one set of steps sounded different than any he had heard before. He had heard the stories of Jesus who was going about healing people, and now as someone told him that Jesus was in this crowd, hope and faith rose inside him, and he cried out with a loud voice, “Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me.”

Oh, what a difference when Jesus passed by.  Jesus stopped, called Bartimaeus to him, asked him what he wanted and then spoke those wonderful words, “Go thy way; thy faith hath made thee whole. And immediately he received his sight, and followed Jesus in the way.” Mark 10:52.

Perhaps you need something from the Lord today.  Remember He is always listening for a heart that is seeking after Him.  Whatever your circumstance, just call out His Name in prayer, and He will immediately listen to what you have to say.  He knows your need before you even ask, but He is waiting for you to bring your request to Him. As you reach out to Him in faith, He hears the cry from your heart, and He will meet every need.  Oh, what a difference when Jesus passes by.

Prayer:  Thank you Jesus that you are just as close as the mention of your Name.  You are passing by, waiting for us to call out to you.  We know that you are the answer to every problem and that you always hear us when we call.

Devotion by Anne Johnston


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