Son of David, Have Mercy: Mark 10:46-52

Bartimaeus sat by the roadside outside Jericho, a blind beggar whose name Mark bothers to record—son of Timaeus, perhaps once somebody, now nobody. His cloak spread on the ground to catch coins. His ears his only connection to the world.

He heard the commotion before he understood it: a large crowd approaching, voices overlapping, the shuffle of many feet. He asked what was happening.

"Jesus of Nazareth is passing by."

Something ignited. Bartimaeus had heard stories—the blind given sight, the lame walking, demons fleeing. And he had heard one title whispered with hope: Son of David. The Messiah.