<TITLE>05. Par 15-19</TITLE>L-15 And perhaps, this man being blind for many years, if he--there had have been an operation could been performed on his eyes, he could not afford it, for he was a beggar. But very much in doubt whether physicians of that day could helped him, or the physicians of the day now. Blindness was a horrible thing and now is a valuable thing.
And so while he was sitting there... Let's just take a little picture now and go down there with blind Bartimaeus, so we can get the real kernel of what we wish just to talk on for the next fifteen, twenty minutes.

L-16 Blind Bartimaeus, setting by the gate, perhaps, in the sunshine of the direct rays of the Palestinian sun shining on him, by the wall... Let's think that he was setting, meditating.
You know, the way to find God is to meditate upon God, think of God. David spoke of it. How he would bind the laws on his bedposts, and how he would meditate therein day and night.
If you notice it, as the disciples on the road to Emmaus, that while they were speaking to each other, concerning the Lord Jesus, that He stepped right out of the bush and walked with them.
And if our minds would be more taken up on God and on the things pertaining to God, it would be so much easier to live a victorious life in Christ. He would be with us...

L-17 You notice Eliezer while he was thinking, meditating to God, the beautiful Rebekah come out to water his camels just in answer to what he was asking God.
And as blind Bartimaeus set at the gate... He was a beggar, ragged, setting with his little rags wrapped around him, probably a middle-aged man. We're kindy taught that he had a family, a wife, a little girl. And as he set there in that sunshine, I can just imagine his mind drifting back to another day, a day that when things was better for him, when he was a little boy as he run over the Judaean hills.
And I can think that maybe, perhaps, one of his favorite times was when his, after a midday meal was over, as a little brown-eyed Jewish boy frolics along in the soft wind and skipped through the fields. He would come in at a certain hour to his mama, being a...?... young...?... And as his favorite thing was, before he was taking his afternoon nap, was to hear her tell stories of the Bible.

L-18 That seems to be so interested to any little boy that's got good character in them, the Bible stories. It's just too bad that mothers today, don't take more time to talk to their children on those things. I'm sure we wouldn't have so much juvenile delinquency if this was did.
And as his little bright eyes would look up into mama's face... And how he would enjoy the different stories that she would read from the Bible to him. (The Old Testament of course, 'cause that's all they had.)

L-19 And perhaps one of the leading stories that he liked so well, was the one of the great mighty prophet Elijah, how that Elijah in his day, how that he went up to Mount Carmel, and there was a Shunammite woman, a Gentile. He thought he was a great prophet, and she was a rich woman, and she could help this prophet; so she built herself a little house for him, a little room, little chamber. And she placed in there a bed, a little stool, and some water for his feet and a pitcher to drink from. She showed kindness.
And so one day when he found all this kindness, he sent Gehazi his servant, to pick her up, to bring her in to where he was. And he said, "Could I do a favor for you? You've been so kind to me to divide to me the portion of your living, and to help me to have a little place to rest. And you did this because that you have respect unto my God. Could I speak to the king for you, or to the chief captain?"
She said, "No, I dwell among my people. Everything's all right."


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