When Jesus saw Bartimeus He said: “What can I do for you?”
“Lord, that I may receive sight.”
“You shall have it.”
And the Lord gave it to him. And now the beggar follows with the crowd, glorifying God. I can imagine he sang as sweetly as Mr. Sankey—and no one can sing more sweetly than he—when he shouted: “Hosanna to the Son of David!” No one sang louder than this one who had received his sight. Then he follows on with the crowd, which we see pressing into the gates of the city. I can imagine, when he gets into the city, he says to himself: “I will go down and see Mrs. Bartimeus.” Of course, after all those years of blindness, he had some curiosity to see what his wife looked like.
As he is passing down the street, a man meets him, and turns around and says: “Bartimeus, is that you?”
“Yes; it is I.”
“Well, I thought so, and yet I feared my eyes must deceive me. How did you get your sight?”
“I just met Jesus of Nazareth outside the walls of the city, and I asked Him to have mercy on me; and He gave me sight.”
“Jesus of Nazareth! Is he now in this part of the country?”
“Yes; He is on His way to Jerusalem. He is now going down to the eastern gate.”