I was watching yet another television programme on near-death experiences. They are rather fascinating, not least because Christianity has been telling the world for the last 2,000 years that we live on in a new kind of life after death, yet these programmes make it sound as if this incredible thought is new.
In this particular programme, all but one of those who had "died" had found it a very enriching experience. They all described a feeling of such love and peace suffusing them that they didn't want to return
“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?