The rising dust was choking his throat as dozens of feet dashed past him. As he cried out the crowd told him to be quiet, they had come a long way to hear this itinerant preacher and they didn’t want a blind man upsetting their plans. Usually they had time for him but today he was just a nuisance.
How often does a blind Bartimaeus get in our way? We’re just leaving for church and a friend rings up desperately needing our help, as her husband has left her. After the sermon we want to congratulate the preacher when another friend is bursting to tell us her news, she is pregnant at long last.
A blind Bartimaeus always comes to us at the wrong time, but the right time from God’s point of view.