Desperate Faith

And they came to Jericho. And as he was leaving Jericho with his disciples and a great crowd, Bartimaeus, a blind beggar, the son of Timaeus, was sitting by the roadside. And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!" And many rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he cried out all the more, "Son of David, have mercy on me!" And Jesus stopped and said, "Call him." And they called the blind man, saying to him, "Take heart. Get up; he is calling you." And throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus. And Jesus said to him, "What do you want me to do for you?" And the blind man said to him, "Rabbi, let me recover my sight." And Jesus said to him, "Go your way; your faith has made you well." And immediately he recovered his sight and followed him on the way.
(Mar 10:46-52)

"mercy":
ἐλεέω
eleeō
el-eh-eh'-o
From G1656; to compassionate (by word or deed, specifically by divine grace): - have compassion (pity on), have (obtain, receive, shew) mercy (on).


Some days I wish I could be a blind beggar.
For all of his blindness, this man could see things that others could not. He didn't have anything cluttering his perception of reality, if you will. There was nothing between him and Jesus save the one garment that he hastily cast aside in his rush to reach Him.
His need was desperate, and he knew it. He was professing his faith merely by asking for help. Some days I wish I was as desperate to be healed by the Lord as Bartimaeus was. I regret not being so passionate in desire that nothing can stop me from seeking the Lord. I hate the sin that seems to keep me bound in this flesh and widens the gulf between us.