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Zumba

28 Feb

A heart at peace gives life to the body…
Proverbs 14:30

Sigh!  Hold on a minute – let me catch my breath!  Sigh!

Ok …Wow!!  An hour of non-stop, energy exerting, muscle moving, body bouncing, serious sweating activity!  Included in our membership at Gold’s Gym is the privilege of participating in any of the classes provided by the facility.  Tuesday night at 6:30 is Zumba, and tonight was my third week to join in the fun.  I say fun loosely, for this fun is a lot of work, but when that hour is up, although I am totally exhausted and spent, I really feel like I have accomplished something monumental.

Zumba is a Latin inspired fitness program involving dance and aerobic moves.  Dance has never been in my vocabulary, let alone in my repertoire of activity, so I rather feel like I have multiple feet and they all have lead in them.  But, in my defense, I at least keep moving in the general direction that all the others are going … attempting to shake, kick, pump, and stretch at all the right times.

According to Google, “Zumba exercises include music with fast and slow rhythms, as well as resistance training.  The choreography incorporates cumbia, hip-hop, soca, samba, salsa, merengue, mambo, flamenco, chachacha, tango, martial arts, and some Bollywood and belly dance moves.  Squats and lunges are also included.”  With my only dance experience consisting of some form of a slow dance at our daughter’s wedding 6 years ago, those various names of dances and moves are quite overwhelming.  I have to admit, that once in the classroom and surrounded by all the other younger women, I smile and do my best to not trip over my own feet … or worse, theirs!!

Although I’m new to this fun craze of exercising, Zumba is no stranger to our family!   Our daughter, Kim, was persistent and tenacious as she trudged through the pounds of pregnancy and lost them all and more ~ due to her faithfulness to better eating habits, her routines at the gym, and Zumba.  With the upcoming birth of our granddaughter, she is looking forward to summer and returning to the gym to lose those extra pounds gained in preparation for Baby Lillieanne.  Since we both belong to Gold’s Gym, maybe we’ll be able to attend some Zumba classes together – leaving the two grandkids with their Daddy and Papaw.

With the onset of aging and aching joints, I find that having a healthy and active lifestyle with a routine of exercise is necessary for me to be able to function and not feel the maturing process so much.  I also have learned the secret to having Inner Strength that flows out into all areas of my life.

I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation,
whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.
I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.
Philippians 4:12-13

My inner strength is Jesus.
My contentment.
His heart.
His Word.
His Strength.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge Him,
and He will make your paths straight.
Do not be wise in your own eyes;
fear the LORD and shun evil.
This will bring health to your body and
nourishment to your bones.
Proverb 3:5-8

My trust.
My heart.
His Understanding.
My health.
My body.
My nourishment.
My bones.

Not only in Zumba do I need to pay attention to the instructions, to keep my eyes straight ahead,  follow the one who is leading, and to not swerve to the right or to the left, but in my every day world.

My son, pay attention to what I say;
listen closely to my words.
Do not let them out of your sight,
keep them within your heart;
for they are life to those who find them
and health to a man’s whole body.
Above all else, guard your heart,
for it is the wellspring of life.
Put away perversity from your mouth;
keep corrupt talk far from your lips.
Let your eyes look straight ahead,
fix your gaze directly before you.
Make level paths for your feet and
take only ways that are firm.
Do not swerve to the right or the left;
keep your foot from evil.
Proverb 4:20-27

I need to do my best to keep my body healthy ~ for I was bought with a price and am the Temple where God abides …

Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit,
Who is in you, Whom you have received from God?
You are not your own; you were bought at a price.
Therefore honor God with your body.
I Corinthians 6:19-20

Whether you have a gym membership, participate in Zumba, or walk 3 miles a week to help stay fit … or none of these  ~   They do not even compare to the importance of staying fit spiritually.  Won’t you join me …

… in view of God’s mercy, to offer OUR bodies as living sacrifices,
holy and pleasing to God–this is OUR spiritual act of worship.
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world,
but be transformed by the renewing of OUR minds.
Then WE will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–
His good, pleasing and perfect will.
Romans 12:1-2

 

Until next time,
Debbie

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Hold My Hand

10 Nov

 You have made known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
Psalm 16:11

 

Recently I decided to sit down with a book that’s new to my shelf called “Just Enough Light for the Step I’m On”  by Stormie Omartian.  Family Christian had it on their $5 rack a few months ago, and I quickly snatched up this book at a bargain price!  As usual, she had me from the get go and I began to absorb like a sponge the truths and the extremely helpful words I was reading.

“Life is a walk.  Each day we take steps. 
Our tomorrow is determined by the steps we take today.”

 

This made me think of our little grandson, Cole.  He has been walking now for several months, but as he began to toddle around, he not only needed to hold on to someone’s hand, he wanted to.  Inside of him, there was a fear of getting hurt, and he knew that as long as he had his momma’s hand, she wouldn’t let him fall.  As those chubby legs began to gain strength to support and steady his active body, he became less and less needy of the help and attention from the hovering adults…or so he thought.  His will and inner drive to become independent gave him courage and a boldness with every step to be able to go it alone.  But then those same adults, who were then hesitantly standing back to watch, began to clap and cheer … causing the little guy to smile, get all excited, and topple over on his nose.  This whole process repeated itself over and over many times until it became less and less of a big deal to the big people, allowing the little person to stumble, bump, and make progress until he began chasing the dog through the house, giggling the whole way!

Although he’s been walking now for quite some time … and yes, even running through the house chasing the dog, there are times that Cole still needs to hold someone’s hand.  Most of the time, he doesn’t think so, but for his own safety and the sanity of his mother, he needs to.  We were in the Indianapolis airport a  few weeks ago and had stopped at Starbucks for a quick caffeine fix for the momma.  With so much to see in every direction, Cole was not too happy with the concept of needing to hold anyone’s hand.  He is learning, however, that there are still times that when the verbal boundaries are not heeded, then his little hand will quickly be grasped again by the hovering adult.  He still needs direction and a steady guide…and will yet for several years to come.  You and I both know that there is an order of progression that takes place … of letting go of the hand.  God planned it that way.  As his young life gains momentum and picks up speed of its own, eventually the hands will release… and instead, the ones belonging to the adults will forever remain in a posture of prayer.

Stormie continues on in chapter 1 talking about our walk with God being very different than that of a child with his parents.  He wants us to reach up and take His hand, but He doesn’t want us to ever let go.  In fact, His desire is that we become more and more dependent upon Him for every step we take.  The only way we will ever make it through the valleys, around the dangerous curves, and over the looming mountains that seem to block our way is to hold tight to His guiding hand. 

November 4 in Holiness and High Country says it this way …

“As long as life lasts, He gives the blessings of sunshine and rain
even to those who reject Him. 
Our Lord asks us to be like God in the liberality of our love. 
Can I love a man who curses me?  Can I sincerely pray for God to give His blessing to one
who has wronged me?  Can I forgive – and keep on forgiving, and loving? 

It is a difficult spiritual achievement that Jesus sets before us. 
But it is a blessed possibility that He opens up to us. 
Christian perfection is high country, but living at this level comes more from
God’s grace than from my achievement.  If it seems an impossibly lofty height,
He reaches out a hand and says, “Let Me lead you to it.”

 

More times than not, I find that life is difficult and doesn’t happen like I anticipated or dreamed it would.  I need Jesus to take me into the unknown areas where I have no idea of what is ahead.  I need Him to guide me and hold me steady!

You hem me in–behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?  Where can I flee from your presence?
 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;  if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:5-10

 

Some pathways are dark, the steps are uneven, and fear will often grip the heart and sometimes even paralyze any movement from taking place.  It is then that I need Jesus to take hold of my hand and to reassure me of His guidance, His love, and His help. 

 

For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.
Isaiah 41:13

  

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”
Deuteronomy 31:8

 

The journey we are all on has its ups and downs.  My little grandson Cole is quickly learning that as he continues to grow and steady himself over the rocky pathways of life.  My prayer for this little guy is that even before he will let go of his mom and dad’s hands, he will follow the example and also reach up to the hand of Jesus, depending on Him to guide and lead Him throughout the rest of his life and into eternity.  Won’t you also join me in taking hold of the hand of Jesus?

Till next time,
Debbie

Fifty

11 Oct

 

Your Word is a lamp to my feet
and a light for my path.
Psalm 119:105

 

My BIG 50 birthday bash in Indy

October 6th hit the calendars just a few days ago and I turned 50 years old.  It seems sort of weird to say, because we all think of ourselves as quite a bit younger than we really are.  I mean I have two kids … and they are cute kids, too!  Then it hits me.  My baby is 24 and my oldest is now a mommy herself, and I am a Grami!  Ok … I guess I could be 50 then.  But where has the time gone?

Well, some of it was spent playing in the neighborhood of Bomar Addition.  Endless summers of fishing, kickball, riding bikes, homemade paper dolls from the Sears and Roebuck catalogs, and board games on the front porch.  Winters were filled with hopeful snow days off from school, snow sleds, and hot chocolate.  I am blessed with a childhood full of memories that could fill a book all of its own!

Marriage, children, major life events of moves, deaths, friendships, jobs, … LIFE.  The details of mine are different than yours, but we all get to the same milestones of life.  I trust that when we all arrive at these particular spots in our lives, that we pause for a brief moment to consider where we’ve been and where we’re headed. 

The other evening, Tim and I ventured out on the motorcycle for a ride.  We stopped at a pizza shop for dinner and by the time we were finished eating, it was nearly dark.  My initial personal and private reaction to this scenario was one of slight dread, but I knew that the only alternative was to ask Tim to ride home alone and bring the car back to get me, which defeated the purpose of spending time together. I prayed and asked God to calm my slightly trembling spirit and bolster my courageous and adventurous self.  As I snuggled up behind him on the back of the bike, the cool evening air refreshed my soul as I looked out over the beautiful Pennsylvania horizon to catch the final glimpse of the day.  I sat there reminiscing about the countless sunsets, equally as breathtaking, that I have enjoyed during my lifetime.   This was the first one, however, from on the back of a motorcycle.  I began to thank the Lord for His blessings over the past 50 years … and for His gentle nudges to trust Him with the remaining ones. 

When I was a little girl, I thought time took its time … summers lasted forever, and one school year to another stretched out for all eternity, it seemed.  As I hit the double digits and my trek through life began to gather steam, I remember thinking that time was loosening its grip, and it was truly picking up speed.  With the turn of each new decade, the acceleration has progressively increased, necessitating that I hold on a bit tighter as the years have brought some pretty big bumps, curves, and even some very dark nights along the way.  But as I came around the bend just last week, somehow, I have reached 50 years old.  Although the years will continue to slide past at an ever-increasing pace, I know that I am headed toward an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade, kept in Heaven for me.  Wherever you are on your journey, won’t you join me in His great mercy, to accept the gift of New Birth into a Living Hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ?  With great anticipation of what’s ahead, and with an inexpressible and glorious joy …

Until next time,
Debbie

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!
In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through
the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance
that can never perish, spoil or fade–kept in heaven for you, 
who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation
that is ready to be revealed in the last time.  In this you greatly rejoice,
though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.
 These have come so that your faith–of greater worth than gold,
which perishes even though refined by fire–may be proved genuine
and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
 Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not
see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible
 and glorious joy,  for you are receiving the goal of your faith,
 the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:3-9

Every Day Matters

24 Sep

Then he said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself
and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life
will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it. What good is it
for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?
Luke 9:23-25

 

I’m down to the final days and the final room of unpacking boxes.  Yes, I know. It has taken longer than it should have to get settled.  But I have set a goal for myself that by this time next year, when our year lease on the big brown house is up, I will have substantially gotten rid of a lot of stuff.  Stuff that I have kept for the sake of keeping it.  You know, “so and so gave that to me” or better yet … “I have kept this all these years but do not remember where it came from.”   In order to weed through things like that, it takes time. 

So back to my final days and the final room.  This room was saved for last because I knew it would take me the longest.  It is officially called ‘the office’, but there is very little office work accomplished in this room.  There are two desks, filing cabinets, receipts, pens, paper and paper clips … oh!  And stamps.  But little else that could give someone reason to call it an office.  In truth, it’s more like the Taco Bell/KFC/Pizza Hut combo restaurant!  Ours is the Office/Library/Museum Room.  Along with the office, which we have already covered, is the Library.  I have a very large bookcase, which is full of all sorts of books, from Chilton mechanic manuals to Little House on the Prairie, and everything in between.  My assortment of reading material mostly consists of books regarding the Christian life, written for a variety of different readers … woman, wife, mother, Grami, friend, husband, son, the troubled, the sick, the young, the old, and much more.  The final part of our trilogy room is the Museum.  Cows, plaques, pictures, magnets, forks, mugs, special notes, candles, pillows, old computers, footballs, posters, peacock feathers, a walking cane, forks, and SO much more.  I love people, I love memories, and I love to be surrounded by it all!  This is my room of treasures.  (except the old computers … they belong to desk #2, but still qualify as part of the Museum!) 

So back to my final days and the final room.  Yesterday afternoon, I was working on a bulletin board that I have always kept at my desk.  It was full of pictures of my family, cut out and cropped to fit a gazillion photos in one area so I could be blessed every time I looked at it.  Several years has gone by since I created this collage, and life has brought a couple new faces into our family.  So, I took out a few outdated photos and added a few current ones.  I was also combining little trinkets and special treasures from another board I kept at my desk at Higher Ground.  From that board, I peeled off the words  “Every Day Matters”   and stuck it to the bigger board I was working on.  This small three-word phrase comes from J.C. Penney’s sales ads and catalogs.  I remember the first time I saw it and thinking how true it was!  Every day does matter. 

 Here are some excerpts from my favorite devotional book, My Utmost For His Highest by Oswald Chambers  ~  July 28

“We have the idea that God is leading us toward a particular end or a desired goal, but He is not. The question of whether or not we arrive at a particular goal is of little importance, and reaching it becomes merely an episode along the way. What we see as only the process of reaching a particular end, God sees as the goal itself.

What is my vision of God’s purpose for me? Whatever it may be, His purpose is for me to depend on Him and on His power now. If I can stay calm, faithful, and unconfused while in the middle of the turmoil of life, the goal of the purpose of God is being accomplished in me. God is not working toward a particular finish— His purpose is the process itself. What He desires for me is that I see “Him walking on the sea” with no shore, no success, nor goal in sight, but simply having the absolute certainty that everything is all right because I see “Him walking on the sea” (Mark 6:49). It is the process, not the outcome, that is glorifying to God.

God’s training is for now, not later. His purpose is for this very minute, not for sometime in the future. We have nothing to do with what will follow our obedience, and we are wrong to concern ourselves with it. What people call preparation, God sees as the goal itself.

God’s purpose is to enable me to see that He can walk on the storms of my life right now. If we have a further goal in mind, we are not paying enough attention to the present time. However, if we realize that moment-by-moment obedience is the goal, then each moment as it comes is precious.”

Every day matters.  Yes, ultimately Heaven is our goal, but it is the journey that really makes the difference.  We must recognize that God is walking on the seas of our lives and that we must allow Him to be the God of our winds, waves and even the calm and peaceful days.  If we don’t allow Him to be the Lord of it all, then scripture tells us that Heaven will not be our end.  Every day matters.

So back to my final days and the final room.  My goal is to have less stuff in a year, and what I do keep will be carefully gone through and well organized.  But a few weeks ago as I helped carry box after box after box into the moving truck … and then back out again two days later, my projected goal and its task seemed daunting.  A year from now will show the difference, but it will be the every day between now and then that truly matters. 

There are countless circumstances in our lives where every day does matter.  Relationships, our jobs, our health, …  you finish your own list.  Please join with me in all these areas of our lives to embrace the truth that Every Day Matters.

Until next time,
Debbie

Class Reunion

30 Jun

After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude
 that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language,
standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.
They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.
  Rev 7:9           

Some had arrived early.  Others were right on time, while there were those that did not make it at all.  Glasses and hearing aids were the predominant accessories of the morning, with an overall sense of comfortable and belonging.  Nods and smiles of recognition were shared by all as the tables filled with excited classmates from the class of ’56. 

Mom (3rd from right) & her classmates

My mother graduated in 1956 from Nashville High School, located in Brown County, IN, better known in these parts as ‘Little Nashville’.  Twenty-two young people received their diploma, marking the beginning of the rest of their adult lives.  Eleven of the 17 graduates who are still living gathered this past Saturday for breakfast at the Brown County Inn to celebrate another year.  A few spouses and a daughter (that’s me!) joined in the fun of catching up on the latest, looking at lots of family pictures (of course, I brought 2 photos of Baby Cole!) and making plans for next year. 

Mom's childhood home

Surprisingly to me, the party broke up in less than 2 hours.  I’ve come to realize that sometimes the seniors in our world are busier and more productive than the rest of us!!  Apparently they all had somewhere else to be and things to do!!  Since I was my mom’s official chauffer for the day (she’s STILL not able to drive yet), I decided that we would meander the streets of Nashville and see what we could find.  I quickly changed my glasses, so to speak, from those that saw all the little quaint shops full of tourists, trinkets, and tasty treats to the spectacles belonging to a little girl growing up in a small town where everybody knew her name.  Our first stop was on the south edge of town in front of a little white house with a big front porch … the house is now brown and the front porch is now enclosed as part of the home.  My mother, her two older brothers, and their parents moved to this very house in 1938 when she was 9 months old.  The rock ledge and sidewalk out by the road were laid by her daddy, and the huge tree out front was the same one that she used to climb in.  We drove down Blood Alley, directly behind the old Bond’s funeral home and I listened with great interest to how this little drive got its name.  As we sat back behind the old homestead, she told another story of how she and her neighbor friend nearly caught the entire south end of town on fire.  Her own dad, who was the town mechanic and fire truck driver, was the one who came to dowse out the flames that had spread through the fresh autumn leaves.  As we slowly made our way from one side of town to the other, mother became quite animated by the memories and tales that accompanied those happy days, most likely feeling the impossibility that it all took place so many many years ago.  In the center of town are the old State Bank and Post Office.  Mom remembers riding with her dad in the big wrecker truck to the Post Office one day…she was about  10 years old.   As they pulled away and turned left, the passenger door, on which she was probably leaning, came open and out she went, clinging to the door as it swung out wide in the corner.  Can you imagine?  Other stories included Camel Hill Road, where the town’s people would shut down part of the street for the kids to snow sled down in the winter, the old jail house, which was already a museum when she was a little girl, Miller’s drug store with the soda fountain counter, and the original Nazarene Church that my Pappy helped build on the north side of town.

What a fun day we had!  It’s always a good time when we can reconnect with friends and memories from our past, realizing that by the grace and mercies of God, it all contributes to the people we are today.  It also causes me to focus on the grand reunion yet to come! 

After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count,
from every nation, tribe, people and language,
standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.
They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.
Rev 7:9           

 

Just like on Saturday, some arrived early.  Others got there at the scheduled time.  But there were some that did not make it at all to this day of celebration.

If my people, who are called by my name,
will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways,
then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.
2 Chron 7:14

 

Join me with a humble and seeking heart … and in great anticipation of the best reunion of all time!  We will clasp hands with friends and loved ones around the throne of God, singing His praises throughout all eternity!   SOMEDAY!

“Hallelujah!
For our Lord God Almighty reigns.
Let us rejoice and be glad
and give him glory!”
Rev 19:6-7

 

Until next time,
Debbie

Determination

3 Mar

Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more,
“Son of David, have mercy on me!”
Mark 10:48

 

Picture a blind beggar sitting beside the road in Jesus’ day.  He most likely was born debilitated and had lived a life of mere existence.  Day after day he would roll up his mat from which he had slept the night before and sit on it along the edge of the dusty, dirty road.  His only purpose each day was to beg.  Perhaps throughout the course of any given day he would accumulate a few coins, some pieces of left-over bread and meat, and maybe someone’s worn out and tattered blanket.  Sitting near the city gate, I’m sure he would often be in the way of those who were in a hurry coming and going.  I imagine that some who tossed him a few crumbs from their tables were the same ones who gave him an annoying kick to get out of the way when the street was crowded and busy. 

As recorded in the 10th chapter of Mark, blind Bartimaeus sat close to the gate of Jericho.  This day began no different than any other, but as the morning wore on, there was an increasing amount of excitement in the air and talk about Jesus being in the area.  Since he lived along a busy thoroughfare, I’m sure Bartimaeus had already heard a lot about Jesus…large crowds, followers, teaching, controversy, miracles.   You know they say that blind people have a keen sense of hearing  ~  blind Bartimaeus must have detected a unique and distinct voice in the midst of the loud noises of people, animals, and busyness.  When the realization hit him that it was indeed Jesus, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” 

Many in the crowd began to rebuke him … “Be quiet Bartimaeus!  He doesn’t have time for you!  Stop yelling so.  Honestly, Jesus is a busy man and you are a simple blind beggar.  Now hush!!”

His Opportunity was right there before him!!  His Only Chance!!  Hope was quickly walking in the other direction!  Desperation, determination, and a boldness like never before caused Bartimaeus to shout out even louder than before …“Son of David, have mercy on me!”  

Jesus stopped.  He stopped and called for him! The account continues as the disciples came over to the side of the road, helped the blind beggar to his feet and brought him to Jesus.  As we finish reading the rest of the story, we find that because of his faith, Bartimaeus’ sight is restored, and he then follows Jesus along the road.

Sometimes I feel like the blind beggar … living a life of ruts.  Oh yes, the ruts of today are extremely busy ones … full of activity, deadlines, obligations, and lots of noise.  Not a bad life necessarily, but certainly a fast paced and crowded existence.  Then in the midst of the hub bub, I sense God’s presence is near…drawing my heart to His.  I find myself reaching out, but there’s so much that pulls me back … making it so difficult to make connection with Him.  Life is full of good-intentioned projects, duties that are necessary in order to be responsible for those I love, distractions, and just like you, I want to have time for myself, too!   But there is still that tug and pull in my heart from God.   As I read this account in Mark yesterday morning, my heart ached as I shouted out above the roar and above the noises of life, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”  Jesus stopped.   I asked Him to help me to see… to see life through His perspective and not my own.  To see His dreams for my life.  To always see and focus on Him as I follow Him along the road.

Do you sometimes feel like the blind beggar?   Jesus will stop.  Jesus will give you sight.  Join me in having the determination to shout above the noise … “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Till next time,
Debbie

Then they came to Jericho. As Jesus and his disciples, together with a large crowd, were leaving the city, a blind man, Bartimaeus (that is, the Son of Timaeus), was sitting by the roadside begging.  When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more,
“Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.”
So they called to the blind man, “Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.”
 Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus.
“What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked him.
The blind man said, “Rabbi, I want to see.”
 “Go,” said Jesus, “your faith has healed you.”
Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road.
Mark 10:46 – 52