Lord Jesus Christ, when I read the gospel stories

   I am touched by your healing power.

You healed sick bodies to be sure,

   but you did so much more.

You healed the spirit and the deep, inner mind.

Most of all I am touched by your actions of acceptance

   that spoke healing into those who lived on the margins of life,

   shoved aside by the strong and the powerful.

Speak your healing into me, Lord, body, mind and soul.

Most of all, heal my sense of worthlessness.

My head tells me that I am of infinite value to you

   but my heart cannot believe it.

Heal my heart, Jesus, heal my heart.

Amen.

Richard Foster, 1942-, Quaker theologian and author

And as they went out of Jericho, a great crowd followed him. And behold, there were two blind men sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was passing by, they cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd rebuked them, telling them to be silent, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” And stopping, Jesus called them and said, “What do you want me to do for you?” They said to him, “Lord, let our eyes be opened.” And Jesus in pity touched their eyes, and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him.