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Our Lord’s entry to Jerusalem has been usually called “triumphant.” How else, after all, to describe the throng of people waving palms, laying their cloaks on the road, and shouting “Hosanna”?
But when we think about it, it’s really triumphant only on the surface.
This reflection is on John 11:1-45.
I was having brunch with a couple of good friends yesterday, and our conversation strayed into this business of “hitting rock bottom.” There are moments in our lives when, for different reasons, we find ourselves in the pits. Life feels like it’s in ruins; things have somehow fallen apart. Perhaps we’ve just experienced a major failure in our work; or maybe a valued relationship has just–in spite of our best efforts–ended. Or it’s possible we’re going through one of those major personal mid-life–or quarter-life–crises.

This homily is on the healing of the blind man as recounted in John 9:1-41.
This healing miracle, unlike others, did not happen instantaneously. While the other healing of our Lord was achieved with almost just one word or a single touch, this one involved several steps–including the use of the bizarre mixture of saliva and spittle.

But what struck me the most about this healing miracle was that after the Lord’s elaborate healing ritual, the man wasn’t healed yet! He had first to find the Pool of Siloam to wash his own eyes.
This homily for the Third Sunday of Lent is based on John 4:5-42.
Today’s Gospel gives us a strange little story. Jesus stops by a well while his disciples are off doing errands, and a Samaritan woman emerges to draw some water from the well. She probably eyes him cautiously. “A Jew,” she warns herself, quickly looking away. And then just when she least expects it, she hears the stranger address her: “Give me a drink.”
