The Pharisees had no place for Jesus in their stuffy tradition books, for they had invented their own religion devoid of Christianity. A blind man is made to see and they put him on trial, not to believe in his Healer, but out of fear that one whom they believed to be a mere man could attract attention away from them in their sacrosanct ways. Even the blind man’s parents were too timid to vouch for Christ’s deity. “We know that this is our son, and that he was born blind; but how he now sees, we do not know; or who opened his eyes, we do not know. Ask him; he is of age,” they said. This blind man, however; born for the very purpose that God’s works might be displayed in him, did not hesitate to declare Christ. He had lived his entire life, to this point, in darkness from the colors and light of day. He had no anxiety about the possibility of offending these pious leaders. “Since the beginning of time it has never been heard that anyone opened the eyes of a person born blind. If this man were not from God, He could do nothing.” The Pharisees threw this man out of the synagogue, livid that a “man born entirely in sin” would teach them. They had nothing to learn, for their hearts were full already –full of their own prideful ways. Jesus sought this man born blind, after he had been put out of the synagogue, and affirmed His deity to a soul, starved for the truth. Jesus said to this man whose identity had been wrapped up in sightlessness, “You have both seen Him, and He is the one who is talking with you.” Jesus could have parachuted into planet Earth as an adult and impressed the Pharisees with His holy perfection. Instead He came as an infant to enter the world in the blood and sweat of humanity to heal the sick and the blind and to utterly befuddle the pompous religious leaders of the day.