A homily for the Fourth Sunday of Lent — Laetare Sunday, March 15, 2026
1 Samuel 16:1b, 6-7, 10-13a, Ephesians 5:8-14, John 9:1-41
This may end up being more cliché than creative, more borrowed than original, but it’s nonetheless heartfelt and sincere.
Let’s consider candles for a moment.
Candles come in all shapes and sizes, from tea lights and tapers to Muppet heads and madonnas. Some are designed to light a room; others, to infuse a scent.
The wicks-in-wax we know as candles have been traced back 2,500 years, and their forebears go back another 2,500.
As this winter winds down (don’t jinx it, Bill!), we remember stocking up on candles and flashlights in case the storms knocked out power. Even after 5,000 years, we rely on candles as our No. 1 source of emergency illumination. So that we don’t curse the dark.
As long as we don’t burn down the house.