Myrtle is the oldest member of the church who now resides in a nursing home. One Sunday someone brought her to church. As she entered the sanctuary it almost seemed like it was the first time she had been to church. Her memory was slipping at 96 years old. People made an extra effort to greet her. It was truly good to see this saint of the church. Whenever anyone asked how long she had been a member of the church she never gave an exact number of years. The pastor stated that it must have been over sixty years. Myrtle played an important role in the life of the church.
“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?