My mother saved everything from my childhood -- little clay sculptures I made in church school, drawings, odd pieces of clothing, and of course, report cards. I have report cards going from high school all the way back to elementary school days. They make interesting reading, actually. And at times they are even a bit comical. One teacher noted wryly that as I got older I might settle down a bit. Another teacher praised my good spirit but chided my talking and passing notes in class. Then there was one that got my attention. I don't think I had ever noticed it before.
“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?