Friends,
The more Neaners reflects on his past, reads the gospels, and prays about what he wants to do with the rest of his life, he comes up with stuff like this:
Two Blind Men
Oh check this out. I was just pacing my lil' ass cell, making a jail-house tamale out of chips and thinking of Mathew 9:27-31, when two blind men get healed.
I look at one of the blind men as us, as the homies, gangbangers on the streets and behind bars. Or maybe a gangster, a junkie or a prostitute or whatever it is that’s holding them back. Our blindness, or disability, is our addiction: gangs, sex or drugs. We are blinded to ourselves and our lives.
Like for me, I was hurt deeply. I was made fun of as a kid because I was the only Mexican in our school. I wouldn’t get called on in my 3rd grade glass because the teacher felt it was a waste of time since English was my second language. I was molested for two years in a bed next to my mother’s. I had no one to really lean on or vent to, so I bottled up all my emotions and feelings. I turned my pain into hate. I leaned on gangs, sex and alcohol for comfort.
With the hate I had inside, I used it as my energy to hurt people. I wouldn’t let no one in, and I wouldn’t get close to anyone. I was blinded to life, real love and to emotions. I became one of the blind men in these verses.
Now the second blind man is like society, the system, the gabachos [white Americans], the religious people who only saw the tattoos on my face, people who never trusted us or gave us jobs because of how we dress or appear to them. Like even this young woman Adria who now writes me and prays with me on the phone—she never would of talked to me on the streets or anyone who looked like me. But after my pastor Chris told her about me and I expressed true deep feelings, she became my first white homegirl.
Several years ago this dorky white boy with his Chuck’s and guitar named Chris came along, someone who sees something in us homies. He looked beyond our disabilities like the way Jesus touched the eyes of the blind man and didn’t judge him for being blind. Chris and pastors who have that kind of relationships with homies have touched us with patience, with love for us, with commitment to us when we fall short. He’ll touch us with kind, gentle words.
But that kinda ministry also teaches gabachos y society leaders that we’re not just criminals and drug addicts, but we’re children covering ourselves up with tattoos and tough looks. He helps them see us, and that we need a 2nd and 3rd chance. That we’re just a bunch of children who have been mistreated and misguided. To see we people with tattooes and on the streets deserve to be loved y to love as well. Meanwhile on the streets we start to see a higher power than what we think we see, we to believe in God, when we couldn’t even believe in ourselves or even see who we were.
Both our eyes and the other blind eyes are opened slowly. Through that kind of healing ministry, God has un-blinded “two men,” see? Two worlds.
That’s how I see those verses homie.