Years ago, a newspaper printed an article about professional complainers you could hire
to do your complaining for you. Services ranged from an angry harangue on the phone to
composing and sending an outraged letter to the Cadillac of all complaints. For a fee they
would organize a protest march, complete with marchers, signs, and banners. Their motto
was "We whine, you win."
Interesting idea, but do we really need professional complainers? Aren't most of us pretty good at complaining already? We can gripe about a lot of things: a
“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?