Then looking up to heaven, he sighed and said to him, “Ephphatha,” that is, “Be opened.” And immediately his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly. Then Jesus ordered them to tell no one; but the more he ordered them, the more zealously they proclaimed it. They were astounded beyond measure, saying, “He has done everything well; he even makes the deaf to hear and the mute to speak.”
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Plumber came to the house to deal with a water leak underneath the kitchen sink. Turned out it was caused by a clog. A clog that had been there for some time. A clog that did not happen suddenly but over time until it was a solid mass of whatever I had thrown down the drain assuming it was gone. It was surprisingly embarrassing to be told this by this paid interloper into my living space. I tried to make it less embarrassing by saying, "Well, it could be worse! It could be a toilet clog!" Plumber philosopher then said, "Actually, the toilet clogs don't surprise me because, with few exceptions, the stuff that gets thrown into them are not our fault. A kitchen clog is usually our fault because we should know better." It made me ponder what else in me that was clogged and needed to have the Ephphatha treatment. Did I need to hear better, more quickly.....speak more often, more quickly? Some are the result of too much stuff being thrown at me. Some the result of my own poor stewardship of my soul. There are clogs. There is a plumber.
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Clear the way, Lord, for us all. Amen.