So the blind man did what Jesus had told him, and he went to the Pool of Siloam, and washed, and came back quite cured.
You can imagine how the people who knew him gathered round him, with endless questions.
"How was it that he could see?" "And was he the very blind man who had sat all his life, and begged?"
And he answered very simply, "A man named Jesus made clay, and anointed my eyes, and told me to go and wash in Siloam; and I washed, and came back able to see!"
Then the Pharisees, hearing of all this, came and questioned him again, even calling his father and mother to answer them, as to whether this was their son, and if so, had he been born blind?
So the parents answered that this was quite true.
And then the Pharisees argued that the man who cured him must be a sinner, for he had healed him on the Sabbath day!
At last the blind man lost all patience, and exclaimed indignantly: "Why herein is a marvellous thing, that ye know not from whence He is, and yet He hath opened mine eyes! Since the world began, it has never been heard that any man opened the eyes of one that had been born blind! If this man were not of God He could do nothing!"
Then the Jews were so angry that they cast him out of the Synagogue, and would have nothing more to do with him.
When Jesus heard that they had cast him out, He found him in the Temple, and in His great tenderness He cheered him with most glorious assurances.