This is a classic case of denial, insisting something is not so, because to accept that it is so would mean admitting personal responsibility, admitting that maybe something is wrong, maybe I need to change.
As the wind whipped his worn cloak and sang through the courtyard, he spoke for Jesus. “If this one was not from God, he would not be able to do anything!”
God requires some response of faith through a definite action of obedience before going to the next step. So often, being able to see, spiritually, is a process of insight, obedience, and understanding.
“ADONAI-RAPHA, Praise be the God Who heals, ADONAI, ADONAI, Almighty God, God of Majesty! I can SEE!” And what did the blind man see?
Jesus spoke with intensity, one word, layered with meaning. For it implied getting up from a sickbed, but it also intimated arising from slumber, or perhaps even stupor. Finally, it was a demand to literally get to his feet.
Relief may feel like satisfaction for a while. But true satisfaction, the deep and lasting kind, can only come through faith in Jesus, personally relating to Jesus and responding to him in faith, living it out because you believe.
The noble official was covered in the dust of his travels, his robes powdered a dull grey, his feet nearly monochrome with dirt. Streaks of sweat lined his face, and the hair across his forehead was matted. Real tears streamed from his eyes and nose, flying in drops as he dropped to his knees, clasped his hands before Jesus, and wrung them.