Regina, who raised seven daughters and two sons, never allowed her girls to tamper with
her cooking. When Regina hosted the family Christmas dinner, her daughters, all of
whom were excellent cooks themselves, were allowed only to set the table, make coffee
or tea, and cut the desserts, but not to touch Regina's turkey, baked ham, or special
vegetable dishes. "I know what spice to add and when," she'd say. "Just stay away." It
was, of course, her way of saying, "Too many cooks spoil the broth."
“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?