Tuesday, 3 April 2012

A True Judgement!

This has just come via email from a friend.  I love it and I do so hope it's true.


FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY
In Florida , an atheist created a case against Easter and Passover Holy
days. He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against
Christians and Jews and observances of their holy days. The argument was
that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days. The case was
brought before a judge. After listening to the passionate presentation by
the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring, "Case dismissed!"  The
lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, "Your honor, How
can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter
and others. The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my client
and all other atheists have no such holidays..." The judge leaned forward
in his chair saying, "But you do. Your client, counsel, is woefully
ignorant."  The lawyer said, " Your Honor, we are unaware of any special
observance or holiday for atheists."  The judge said, "The calendar says
April 1st is April Fool's day. Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his
heart, there is no God.' Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that, if
your client says there is no God, then he is a fool. Therefore, April 1st
is his day.  Court is adjourned..."

You gotta love a Judge that knows his scripture!


Sunday, 1 April 2012

Messy Church 2


Messy Church
Week 2....what to expect?
Numbers are down...naturally. It is a beautiful day and many will have headed for the local park; some will have assumed last week was a one-off; some may not have enjoyed it; the bug may have got others.
Anyway, in they come and head for planting seeds, stencils, pipe cleaner flowers. 

K makes ham and cheese sandwiches, which the youngsters fall on as if they haven't eaten since last week. Peace descends.


Our keyboard player arrives and sets up.
Suddenly it's 4.30pm and I'm still rubber stamping with a small group.
Leap into action, ringing bells wildly and gradually everyone gets into the sanctuary. We have a couple of short hymns then it's story time. I have plastic eggs with fluffy chicks inside as an illustration of 'New Life'. Mayhem ensues but I get them all back eventually.
A percussion accompaniment hymn next then quiet time for prayers.
Our going home hymns follow and then everyone collects their works of art/ seed pots and heads off home.

clip art from clip art guide

 
Week 3 HOLY WEEK

In spite of the fact that we stress that Messy Church happens EVERY week, bar Christmas week and August, by 3.40pm no-one has arrived so I start to pack away the craft stuff. I have severe doubts about the Easter egg hunt anyway; it's turned very cols today and is trying to rain. The best laid plans...........






3.45pm L arrives with her Mum, M, and we have a great time making cards and finger puppets. K has made pizzas today and we share them.

K and M ask about tomorrow's Passover and book in with their children.

As we finish up M arrives to help set up Passover.

Something inspiring

The bloggosphere is full of posts of videos which people find inspiring.  I have to say that in the vast majority of cases I'm fairly unmoved by what is shared.  There's a lot of talk, some of it very slick. But in the end none of it is going to change the world even if the intentions of those speaking are good and what they do is nice.

This video is different.  It won't make you laugh.  It may make you cry. The lady speaking is from Liberia.  She is a Nobel laureat.  Don't be put off by the fact that she comes from a far-off exotic place. If you watch to the end I promise that you will be inspired.  It is relevant.


Guardian Angels


The Pink Dress
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, 'Hello'.
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a 'Hi '; after a long stare into my eyes. 
I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, 'Because, I'm different...'
I immediately said, 'That you are!' and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, 'I know.'
'Little girl,' I said, 'you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.'
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, 'Really?'
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the people walking by.'
She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said 'I am.'
'I'm your Guardian Angel,' with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, 'For once you thought of someone other than yourself.  My job here is done'.
I got to my feet and said, 'Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?'
She looked at me, smiled, and said, 'You're the only one that could see me,' and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.
Like the story says, we all need someone...
And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.

Don't you love this story?  It's one of many going the rounds on the internet.  Image from Faith Clipart

Friday, 23 March 2012

MESSY CHURCH 1


MESSY CHURCH AT OUR CHURCH

Because there are increasing numbers of people who find attending Sunday morning service difficult............ children's sports fixtures, having to work etc. we have tried to provide a mid-week service designed for parents and children, though anyone is most welcome to come along.

There is an additional need, that of getting a child into the local Church school. If parents need to 'get in on church attendance' our local school has just set that qualification as 'at least twice a month, for 2 years', impossible if you have to work on a Sunday morning.

We have tried various formats and times but it is difficult to find a time which suits parents at the same time as enabling folk who are working to be part of the team. At one point there was just my husband (the vicar) and myself and that fell apart when I had to spend increasing amounts of time out of town looking after my ancient parents, so the family service lapsed.

In response to requests from parents we had a meeting a couple of weeks ago in the local pub and sorted out a basic team, a format for the service and a time.... straight after school on Tuesdays, every week except for the Tuesday after Christmas and August, using a Messy Church format and starting in 2 weeks. The first of the new services was last Tuesday.

2pm Tuesday
D and I go across to church to set up tables and chairs. Although we had asked at PCC for helpers none has come forward, so it's just the two of us and since I refuse to move the desperately heavy, unstackable chairs it's down the the vicar, as usual. I go up to the office to photocopy colouring/puzzle sheets. I'll have to err on the side of caution since we have no idea how many will/ will not come.

2.20pm
I put out craft materials, puzzle sheets etc, hymn sheets on chairs, music ready for our keyboard player, service outline and talk outline on the altar ready for the service part of the session.

2.30pm A lovely lady, M, arrives (she was at the meeting) to organise the kitchen, drinks and biscuits for early arrivals. The local schools from whom we expect to get most of our children all finish at different times so we have decided to serve drinks and a biscuit as they arrive to help cope with this.

D goes across the road to ASDA to buy drinks, including sugar free for the diabetic lad we know will be there.

2.45pm
R our keyboard player arrives and gets set up in her corner.


I get all the crayons and pens in church and throw out the duds, sharpen the pencil crayons and get them onto the tables ready for use.
We label the drink bottles and biscuit tin 'Messy Church' so we don't use up the supplies for Sundays.

2.50pm
I go through the box of pictures to colour, which is used during Sunday services, throw out those which have been drawn on, save some which will be great for future Messy services and put the rest back into the box for Sunday.

3pm
I plug in the slow cooker, with water and a bowl of chocolate pieces to melt ready to make chocolate crispies. Our theme is 'taste and see that the Lord is good' so we're making something good to taste.

3.10pm
Our first arrivals. Drinks and biscuits.

Things start to hot up. One little Asian lad decides he will leap up onto the baby soft play mat which has been safely stored on top of the chairs at the back of the church (it's part of the play group's equipment) and I make sure he comes down! No other child tries to do this.
Children enjoy drinks, biscuits and go off to choose an activity.

3.30pm
The chocolate has melted so the first children rush up to make their crispies.

3.40pm
We are in full swing, J is collecting names so we can keep a check on who's there (essential if they need to prove church attendance), D is chatting, parents are chatting, though we would really prefer them to be 'dong' crafty things with their children. I see we have 3 childminders with their charges, great! Children are getting the idea that they can do one activity and then go to another. We make extra crispies for those who don't want to make one.

3.45pm
K and P have prepared a more substantial snack..... sausages and cheesy tortillas, and children are diverted from crafts to the snack table, and back again.
It looks like it's all going rather well.

4.10pm
The crispies being finished I tidy away the equipment and put the trays of goodies on the altar, away from little fingers.

Looking around I can see some children have done as much as they want.

4.20pm
I get out the bells and start to ring up at the altar. People stop so I ring and beckon and they all get the message and come up to the altar. We have enough chairs set in a semi-circle in the sanctuary for the Mums and so the children sit on the carpet. They are very squashed (we had a really big turn out and are delighted to have this problem) so for next week we'll need to move the altar back.

4.30pm
Our service is underway and we enjoy a talk about biscuits (trust the Name! Taste and see) and play our (noisy) percussion, have an action song and then we quiet down for prayers...and they do all quiet down, in spite of their bouncing around with excitement when the Vicar promises them more biscuits from his special packet as they go home!

We finish with 2 quiet songs, 'May God's Blessing Surround You Each Day' and what I know as 'the Tweenies going home song'.

4.50pm
Almost everyone has gone, J is giving away the last of the crispies, D is chatting to a Mum and I am finally getting to know the lass who lives at the bottom of the Vicarage garden in the old rectory.

5pm
I stagger home leaving 'someone else' to finish the tidying up, incredibly tired and heartily glad that I have left baked potatoes in the oven.

Resource pages at the top of the blog


PIOUS THOUGHTS, or not ??



SMART ASS
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a
well. The animal cried piteously for hours as
the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway;
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over

and help him.. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried
horribly. Then, to everyone's amazem
ent he
quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it
off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds
of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of
our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out
of the deepest wells just by not stopping,
never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.


Remember the five simple rules to be happy:


Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

Live simply and appreciate what you have.

Give more.

Expect less.


NOW ...........


Enough of that .............
The donkey later came back,
and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.
The gash from the bite got infected and
the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock..



MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:


When you do something wrong, and try to cover
your ass, it always comes back to bite you.

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

LAUGH AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WITH YOU

Inner Peace
 
I'm passing this on because it worked for me today. A Dr. on TV said that to have inner peace we should always finish things we start & we all could use more "calm" in our lives. I looked around my house to find things I'd started and hadn't finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bodle of Vodka, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum.


 
WHERE I HAVE AND HAVE NOT BEEN

I have been in many places, but I've never been in Cahoots.  Apparently, you can't go alone.  You have to be in Cahoots with someone.
I've also never been in Cognito.  I hear no one recognizes you there.  I have, however, been in Sane.  They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there.  I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work..
I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.
I have also been in Doubt.  That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.  I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.
Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.  One of my favourite places to be is in Suspense!  It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart!  At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!

But one place I don’t ever want to be is in Continent.

Have a nice day!