Believe and Be Healed!

RantWoman is striving to find the blessings in her midlife vision meltdown. On one hand, RantWoman is REALLY grateful that she has to argue sometimes with the one true path totally blind since birth crowd about whether she qualifies as blind considering all that she sees in both the literal and metaphorical sense.

On the other hand, RantWoman is blessed with an acute overabundance of opportunities to fly off the handle about misapplication of Biblical vision metaphors; the blessings are especially poignant since RantWoman herself is also beset by spells of being acutely metaphor-challenged about those very Biblical accounts of miracle cures!

RantWoman's latest encounter with That of God in the Bus Stop Miracle Cure featured a charming African American guy blowing cigarette smoke into RantWoman's face as she and Ambassador Thwack approached the stop just ahead of one of RantWoman's favorite rolling anthropology project / That of God laboratories, the Metro Route 358.

Mr. Smoke proclaimed that RantWoman had only to Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and God would immediately give her back perfect vision. RantWoman, thought of the story about Christ healing a blind man by spitting into the dirt and instructing the man to apply the resulting mud to his eyes. RantWoman is grateful the bus stop proclamation did not involve bodily substances or only in the Barclay "spirit of the situation" sense.. RantWoman felt no call to correct Mr. Smoke about the "give back" part; it most assuredly is not applicable in RantWoman's case. RantWoman and, she supposes, God are just fine about that, even though RantWoman is also endlessly in need of Divine openings.

And this is as close to Divine Opening as RantWoman thinks she can go just now.
http://gtitl.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-born-blind.html

Holy Crap. RantWoman just reread the post and out clambered yet ANOTHER "Be True to Your Light" message:

we believe in our spouses and our friends. We know them, trust them and love them and we know that they know, trust and love us as well. We are asked to trust and be faithful to the voice of God within, even when it is asking us to do things that frighten us to the core. God will show us things about ourselves that we are afraid to look at. God will ask us to do things that we may be afraid to do. Every fiber of our being may be trembling in fear and saying, “No.” And we are being called to the place and trust where we can say “Yes.” We are being asked to believe that this is a voice of power, that we will be held and protected. We are being asked to believe that even when there appears to be no way forward, a way will open. We are being asked to believe that we will be healed, that our eyes will be opened. We are being called into faithfulness in all things because we can trust this voice. We are being asked to follow this voice and no other because it is the voice that leads us to wholeness.

Ummmm, now is that God or RantWoman's inner stalker?

And what the heck does this have to do with Friends Frighteningly in Need of Noms de Blog numbers n, n+1, n+2, n+... ?

What about that "What model of conflict resolution does your Meeting use?" query from the NPYM discipline committee?