It is said that there was once a wise, old rabbi, who carried in his pocket two stones. One
stone had written on it, "For me the world was created." The other said, "I am dust and
ashes." The rabbi carried those two stones as a constant reminder that his life embodied a
certain tension between two contradictory aspects: an aspect of celebration, and an aspect
Most of us prefer celebration. It's no mystery why. To reach into our pocket and pull out
the stone that says "for me the world was created" is to revel in God's love, in the simple,
“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?