"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" is an often-heard line on long trips. Or, in this season, perhaps we hear something more like, "When can I open my presents? How much longer until Christmas?" Patience is something that does not come naturally to us. Whether it's a long trip or waiting for that inventory report or waiting for that crazy brother-in-law to get his act together. We do not like to be kept waiting.
“And immediately he received his sight and followed him on the way.” (v. 52b)
Good morning whoever is out there.
I hope you boys and girls are here this morning. Since I can't see you, let me know if you are actually present. (have the children touch and/or speak and/or sing) (Humor works, like have the children repeat something silly like, “Good morning fantastic, awesome, most highest lord pastor/teacher”)
I remember going to a Lent group years ago, where the priest gave all us lay folk a piece of paper and a pen and asked us to write down what we knew about Jesus. He didn't want us to write down what we'd been told about Jesus or read about Jesus, but simply what we knew for ourselves from our own experience.
I ended up with a blank sheet of paper, but one person wrote, "I know that Jesus saves me." That led onto an interesting discussion along the lines of: saves you from something? Or for something?