Okay.

I love it first because I love trees, and this is where it snagged me, is this whole thing.

Mark, chapter eight, "He cometh, the Savior cometh to Bethesda, and they bring, the disciples bring a blind man unto him and brought him to touch him.

And he took the blind man by the hand," which I love the intimacy of hand-holding, "and led him out of town," away from all these curious eyes, "and when he," the Savior, "had spit on his eyes," the blind man, "and put his hands," Christ put his hands, "upon the blind man and asked him what he s- saw ought.

And the blind man looked up and said, 'I see men as trees walking.' And after that, Christ put his hands again upon the blind man's eyes and made him look up, and he was restored," the blind man, "and saw every man clearly." I love this for so many of the things.

Yeah.

And just like Job was experiencing, the messy, the ugly, the like, "What is this?" He spit on him, but then he put his hands on him, and he saw something.

He saw what he thought were trees, but then the Lord puts his hand on him again, and then he sees clearly.