Relief organizations like World Vision or Compassion International often show us pictures of women and children collecting dirty, polluted water in small buckets to take home for their drinking water. That sight of despair and futility often brings many Americans to tears as they offer money to dig wells for fresh water. Now imagine how we would feel if there was a well with fresh, clean water available and those people went back to the filthy, dirty streams they used to gather water from. Our sympathy would quickly turn to anger and frustration.
“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?