Where is My Rope?

Today I closed the sermon at East Lanier with a story told by a medical missionary in Africa who performed cateract surgery on a blind man. After the surgery the man could see. Without saying thank you, he just ran off. Several days later the man returned holding a rope, and on the end of that rope were blind men from surrounding villages. He knew the man with the cure and was brining others to him. The woman at the well in John 4 had a rope and brought her entire town out to meet Jesus. If I have expereinced the grace of God in Jesus, shouldn't I have a rope, too? How I pray that the Spirit will remove the cateracts of unblief from my heart so that I will seek out a rope and bring others to Jesus.