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Third Sunday in Lent


If there is some reason to think that last Sunday's Gospel was a one-act play that some of the very early Christians staged, there is much more reason to believe that today's story of the man born blind is an early example of theological drama. It would be a mistake, however, to read it merely as an expression of sorrow by early Christians who had been thrown out of the synagogue to which they felt they belonged because there was no incompatibility with synagogue membership and following Jesus. It is also a drama about the qualities it takes to see and to see through human phonies wherever one encounters it. If it were not for phonies (that is men to whom power and institution meant more than religion) on both sides, the tragic separation of Church and Synagogue might never have happened.

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Once upon a time there was this boy, a senior in college who had a total crush on a young woman who was a junior. She was totally gorgeous and very smart and also very nice, like I mean she never got drunk, you know? She was so pretty and so popular and so cool that our hero couldn't believe that she even noticed his existence. A lot of his friends go, that chick really is crazy about you, but he thought they were just making fun of him. And some of her friends are like, she'd really enjoy going out with you. But our hero, who was a very shy boy (all boys are shy even they don't act that way but he was very, very shy) thought that they were making fun of him too. His family had made a lot of fun of him when he was growing up, you see. Well, the young woman, whose name was Fiona, sat next to him American Lit class and talked to him before and after class (about American lit naturally) and stopped to talk to him when she met him on campus (about American lit or about the women! 's! basketball team on which she played) and about all he could do was reply with animal noises like he was a freshman in high school. You see, he thought she was like making fun of him too! Well, she kind of hung around his family at graduation and they thought she was totally cool. His mother is like that young woman is in love with you and you're a total retard (that's the way people talked when his mother was in college) if you let her get away. He thought his mother was making fun of him too. So he's like she doesn't care about me at all. And as mother goes there's no one so blind as he who will not see. My story has to end here, alas.

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