The Precious Gift of Sight

By President Thomas S. Monson

Second Counselor in the First Presidency

When Jesus walked and taught among men, he spoke in language easily understood. Whether he was journeying along the dusty way from Perea to Jerusalem, addressing the multitude on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, or pausing beside Jacob’s well in Samaria, he taught in parables. Jesus spoke frequently of having hearts that could know and feel, ears that were capable of hearing, and eyes that could truly see.

One not so blessed with the gift of sight was the blind man who, in an effort to sustain himself, sat day in and day out in his usual place at the edge of a busy sidewalk in a large city. In one hand he held an old felt hat filled with pencils. A tin cup was extended by the other hand. His simple appeal to the passer-by was brief and to the point. It had a certain finality to it, almost a tone of despair. The message was contained on the small placard held about his neck by a string. It read, “I am blind.”

Most did not stop to buy his pencils or to place a coin in the tin cup. They were too busy, too occupied by their own problems. That tin cup never had been filled, even half-filled. Then one beautiful spring day a man paused and, with a marking crayon, added several new words to the shabby sign. No longer did it read, “I am blind.” Now the message read, “It is springtime, and I am blind.” The compassion of human feelings could not now be restrained. The cup was soon filled to overflowing. Perhaps the busy people were touched by Charles L. O‘Donnel’s exclamation: “I have never been able to school my eyes against young April’s blue surprise.” To each, however, the coins were a poor substitute for the desired ability to actually restore sight.

Did you happen to notice years ago the dispatch from Sicily which read, “Five brothers blind since birth got their first dim glimpse of the world Tuesday and cried with delight.” The Rotolo brothers were operated on for removal of congenital cataracts. As the surgeon, Luigi Picardo, in a darkened room removed their bandages, how he hoped and prayed that his work had been successful.

The first to speak was four-year-old Calogero, the youngest of the brothers. “The necktie,” he cried, tugging at the surgeon’s tie. “I can see, I can see.” The removal of the bandages from the others’ eyes was accompanied by shouts of joy. The boys’ father could hardly believe it when he held thirteen-year-old Carmelo’s face in his hands and asked tenderly, “Can you see, my son? Can you really see?”

By now Mother Rotolo, the doctors, everyone was weeping for joy. Dr. Picardo replaced the bandages and walked slowly out of the room. Then he sat down on a bench and wept. “Never,” he said, “have I felt such extraordinary serenity, such happiness.” Thus a skilled surgeon actually brought the gift of sight to five little boys who had been blind.

Each of us knows those who do not have sight. We also know many others who walk in darkness at noonday. Those in this latter group may never carry the usual white cane and carefully make their way by the sound of its familiar tap, tap, tap. They may not have a faithful seeing-eye dog by their side nor carry a sign about their neck which reads, “I am blind.” But blind they surely are. Some have been blinded by anger, others by indifference, by revenge, by hate, by prejudice, by ignorance, by neglect of precious opportunities.

Of such the Lord said, “Their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them.” (Matt. 13:15.)

Well might such persons lament, “It is springtime, the gospel of Jesus Christ has been restored, and yet I am blind.” Some, like the friend of Philip of old, call out, “How can I [find my way], except some man should guide me?” (Acts 8:31.) Others are too shy, too fearful to ask for needed help that their precious vision might be restored.

The case of the Rotolo brothers made international headlines. In literally thousands of other instances, the transition from the dense darkness of despair to glorious spiritual light is accomplished without fanfare, without publicity, without the recognition of the world.

I remember years ago when seventy-six men in Price, Utah, together with their wives and children, walked from darkness into the light of understanding and truth and journeyed to the Manti Temple, there to participate for the first time in sacred, holy ordinances. I remember another time when more than three hundred such men, women, and children came to the Salt Lake Temple from Denver, Colorado, for the same purpose. In Rigby, Idaho; Cardston, Alberta, Canada; and numerous other areas, the account has been the same. Hundreds are seeing springtime for the first time.

Let me share with you two typical comments from those who were once blind but who now walk in light and truth, thanks to faithful home teachers and concerned leaders.

From a family in central Utah: “Before our newly found church activity, we thought we were living average, normal lives. We had our problems, our ups and downs. But there was one thing missing in our home, and that was a togetherness that only the priesthood can bring. Now we have that blessing, and our love for one another is greater than we ever dreamed it could be. We are truly happy.”

From another family: “We thank our Heavenly Father every night for our bishopric and our home teachers who have helped us to achieve blessings that seemed so far away, so impossible to obtain. We now have a peace of mind beyond description.”

Those who have felt the touch of the Master’s hand somehow cannot explain the change that comes into their lives. There is a desire to live better, to serve faithfully, to walk humbly, and to live more like the Savior. Having received their spiritual eyesight and glimpsed the promises of eternity, they echo the words of the blind man to whom Jesus restored sight: “One thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.” (John 9:25.)

How can we account for these miracles? Why the upsurge of activity in brothers and sisters long dormant? The poet, speaking of death, wrote, “God touched him, and he slept.” I say, speaking of this new birth, “God touched them, and they awakened.”

Two fundamental reasons largely account for these changes of attitudes, of habits, of actions.

First, brothers and sisters have been shown their eternal possibilities and have made the decision to achieve them. People cannot really long rest content with mediocrity once they see excellence is within their reach.

“Second, other men and women and, yes, young people have followed the admonition of the Savior and have loved their neighbors as themselves and helped to bring their neighbors’ dreams to fulfillment and their ambitions to realization.

The catalyst in this process has been the principle of love, described as the noblest attribute of the human soul.

Frequently the love of a child can stir a person’s heart to action and bring a change into his or her life. Once, in a large department store, a little boy walked hand in hand with his mother and father to the toy department to see Santa Claus. As the little one climbed upon his knee, old Santa asked cheerfully, “What do you want for Christmas?” Santa had no ready answer when the lad replied, “Just for my daddy to love my mommy like he used to.” Could a father hear such a plea and not be moved? Could a mother? “A little child shall lead them.” (Isa. 11:6.)

Often it is the love of a patient, forgiving, and understanding wife that awakens within a man the desire to live a better life, to be the husband and the father he knows he should and can be.

I remember the privilege of performing a sealing ceremony in the temple for a family I had known for many years. The scene was one of tranquillity. The cares of the outside world had been temporarily discarded. The quiet and peace of the house of the Lord filled the heart of each one assembled in the room. I knew that this particular couple had been married for eighteen years and had never before been to the temple. I turned to the husband and asked, “Jack, who is responsible for bringing this glorious event to fulfillment?”

He smiled and pointed silently to his precious wife who sat by his side. I seemed to sense that this lovely woman was never more proud of her husband than at that particular moment. Jack then directed my attention to one of the brethren serving as witness to this ceremony and likewise acknowledged the great influence for good that he had had upon his life.

As the three beautiful children were sealed to their parents, I could not help noticing the tears which welled up in the eyes of the teenage daughter and then coursed in little rivulets down her cheeks, finally tumbling upon clasped hands. These were sacred tears, tears of supreme joy, tears that expressed silent but eloquent gratitude of a tender heart too full to speak.

I found myself thinking, Oh, that such men and women would not wait eighteen long years to receive this priceless blessing.

Yet there are those who feel that their own neglect, their bad habits, their shunning of the righteous life have caused God to abandon them, that he will no longer hear their pleadings nor see their plight, nor feel compassion toward them. But such feelings are not compatible with the word of the Lord. He said:

“A certain man had two sons:

“And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me. And he divided unto them his living.

“And not many days after the younger son gathered all together, and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living.

“And when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want.

“And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine.

“And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him.

“And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger!

“I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee,

“And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.

“And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.

“And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son.

“But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet:

“And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry:

“For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.” (Luke 15:11–24.)

Should there be anyone who feels he is too weak to change the onward- and downward-moving course of his life, or should there be those who fail to resolve to do better because of that greatest of fears, the fear of failure, there is no more comforting assurance to be had than the words of the Lord: “My grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.” (Ether 12:27.)

There are men and women everywhere who would be made better by our helping hands. They may be our neighbors, our friends, our business associates. All are our brothers and sisters.

The prayer of my heart is that such persons everywhere will respond to the kind invitation and gentle touch of the Master’s hand. I pray that they may yet faithfully serve our Lord and our Savior, who so willingly died that we might forever live, that they may have eyes that really see, ears that truly hear, and responsive hearts that know and feel.

Ideas for Home Teachers

Some Points of Emphasis. You may wish to make these points in your home teaching discussion:

There are many people who walk in darkness at noonday blinded by anger, indifference, revenge, hate, prejudice, ignorance, or neglect of precious opportunities. Perhaps we are among that group.
The transition from darkness to spiritual light is accomplished when people are shown their eternal possibilities and make the decision to achieve them.
The catalyst in this transition is often the principle of love; when we love our neighbors as ourselves, we help them fulfill their dreams.

Discussion Helps

Relate your feelings about the power of the gospel to help us see life clearly. Ask family members to share their feelings.
Are there some scriptures or quotations in this article that the family might read aloud and discuss?
Would this discussion be better after a previsit chat with the head of the house? Is there a message from the bishop or quorum leader?

Christ Healing a Blind Man, by Del Parson

Illustrated by Del Parson