She was dying, but she wouldn't tell me. It was only after the doctor had removed her breast that anyone in the church even suspected that she was more seriously ill than had been rumored. When I heard that she had cancer, I asked her why she hadn't told me. Her matter-of-fact answer both surprised and pleased me. "Pastor," she smiled and said, "I appreciate everything you've ever done for me, I really do; but you're not the one I need now. Jesus is the only one who can help me now, and I know that he has.
I am so happy to see you this morning. How are you? (children may respond)
Let's play a game I call “Lost and Found.” Okay? (children respond)
(presenter role plays) Uh, oh, I lost something for today's message. Hmm, I wonder where it could be. It's a box like this. (shows approximate dimensions) (instruct the children to look around the immediate area) (then presenter or child finds it)
Since the Fourth Sunday in Lent has been historically identified as Laetare (Rejoicing Sunday), it is most appropriate that the lessons collectively testify to a theme for which we can rejoice — God saves us by his grace!
In this familiar and well-loved story of the Prodigal Son, I often wonder what happened to the mother of the family. She's totally ignored. So are any daughters. It seems like a completely male stronghold. So much so that I wonder whether perhaps the mother had died some years previously, and that was the cause of much of the unhappiness displayed by both the father and the sons. Or whether the father was such a domineering character that his wife played no real part in family life, but simply bowed her head in compliance with all his wishes, no matter how extreme they were.