It had been an exhausting climb up the mountain. The blue sky and the shimmering hot sun were beautiful, but they had made the climb more difficult as sweat trickled down his back and into his eyes. The baggage he carried on the climb was becoming a great hardship; in fact its weight forced him to stop. He could climb no further. Overwhelmed with the task, the weary traveler placed the baggage aside and rested. After easing the baggage to the ground he rested against the side of a tree, allowing the cool and refreshing breeze to blow over him.
“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?