Then they cursed him and said, “You are his disciple, but we are disciples of Moses! We know God spoke to Moses, but we don’t even know where this man comes from.”

“Why, that’s very strange!” the man replied. “He healed my eyes, and yet you don’t know where he comes from? We know that God doesn’t listen to sinners, but he is ready to hear those who worship him and do his will. Ever since the world began, no one has been able to open the eyes of someone born blind. If this man were not from God, he couldn’t have done it.”

John 9:28-33, NLT

Have you ever seen an acquaintance in the grocery store, at a child’s game or dance performance, at the playground, or somewhere else you don’t usually see them? You get that feeling, that don’t I know you? feeling, but you just can’t place them. They’re out of context. Usually you see them at church, and here they are at a dance recital. Usually they’re at your child’s school, and here they are at the grocery store. Usually they’re at work, and here they are at the playground. Without their context, they look familiar, but… why? It can be hard to recognize people when the setting changes.

The God of Israel hadn’t spoken anything new to the people of Israel in 400 years. They had meticulous records of all He had said to them throughout history, and they combed them over and over again. They had the Temple, the religious ceremonies, the holidays, the symbolic ways they worshiped Him every day. That was the setting they knew Him in.

But it had been a while since they’d seen Him move among them in the grandiose ways they read about, since they’d heard the authority in His voice, and there were plenty among them who’d decided to step in to fill the void. They’d set themselves high above the people, put on the robes, and claimed to have all the answers, to be the path to holiness, to salvation. They tried to wear His shoes, though they could never really fill them.

The question became: Would God’s people recognize the real Him when He came? Or would they choose the men who had painted themselves as gods among them?

Because when He came, He looked nothing like the people wearing the mask that was supposed to look like Him. He spoke nothing like them. He dressed nothing like them. He acted nothing like them. He valued different things. And He had real POWER – power they did not have. Power to feed thousands with a few loaves and a couple of fish. Power to calm storms and raise the dead. Power to restore sight to the blind. Power to forgive sin.

And here, in John 9, is a man born blind seeing, maybe for the first time, the men behind the masks. How do you not recognize Him?? He could not understand. He had been blind all his life, but he could feel what he could not see: power. He knew who had never been able to heal him (everyone else), and he knew who did. Jesus. Carrying the mark of the God he’d always heard about – real power. Why could they who taught the Scriptures not see the main character standing right in front of them?

Because remember, in their impatience as they waited and waited for their God to speak again, they’d started writing their own Scriptures in His stead. They’d started believing their own words as equal to His. And He broke the promises and rules they’d written with His pen. They didn’t recognize Him – because He didn’t look like them.

But a man who’d never seen their faces was hard to fool with their disguises.

This year, as the year ends and a new one begins three weeks from today, I’m wondering how much of what I’ve believed about God I wrote myself with His pen. What promises have I made for Him? What rules did I add to His? When He comes, when He acts, when He shows real power in my life… can I even see it through the God mask I’ve made to wear over my head?

I want to know exactly where this Jesus man comes from when I encounter Him. Lord… I want to see.