If Fred Taylor had his way, we'd be Wyoming-bound right now.
Well, actually, we'd probably have been residents of the state
for several years by this time, if the man had his way.
You have to know something about Fred's background to
understand why he's so enthusiastic about the Rockies. He moved
with his family to the American West about two decades ago. Up
until that time, he had been a life-long Easterner, having been
born in the south Bronx and spending many of his years on Long
“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?