... !" several of the children declare. That's right. Now, who made the sun, and the clouds, and the rain, and all of creation? "God did," they answer. So, if we have to have sunlight and droplets of water to make rainbows and God made the sun and the rain, I guess it must be God who makes rainbows, just as we read in the verse from Genesis. Now, once again, what is the rainbow a sign of? "God's agreement with Noah?" Yes, but not just with Noah. It's a sign of God's agreement or covenant with every living ...
... , isn't it?" The children nod affirmatively, some serious, some grinning as their imaginations spill over onto their faces. "What do you think I have in my pocket to make such a lump?" "A ball?" one little girl asks. "No, it's not a ball, but that's a good guess. You can see it's sort of round." "An apple!" states a boy in the center, with no trace of uncertainty. "Yes, it's an apple. Why do you suppose I would have an apple in my pocket?" "To eat it!" "That's one thing I might do." "To give ...
... Sundays on which I have decided to risk doing something different with the children in order to illustrate the point of the message. So, after the youngsters have gathered on the chancel steps, I turn my back to them and begin speaking. "Well, I guess everyone's here. Good morning." Not surprisingly, none of them respond. Still facing away from the children, I continue, "Did none of you hear me? I said, 'Good morning.' " This time one boy answers brightly, "Good morning!" With his response, I turn around ...
... things moms do in kitchens. I was in the living room, coloring. I must have been aware that my parents had gone to some amount of trouble to get the walls painted. Or maybe it was just the large expanse of fresh, white surface that I found irresistible. But, guess what I did?" "You didn't draw on the WALL, did you?" one child asks, almost too shocked to voice the question. "Yes," I answer, "that's exactly what I did. And then, I went into the kitchen, took my mother's hand, and started pulling her toward ...
... as they recall how many times they have seen me on crutches. "What else might make us cry?" I continue. "Because something makes us sad," comes the next answer, from one of the girls. "Well, what might make you sad?" I ask. "Losing something I really care about, I guess," she replies. So as not to put this one child too much on the spot, I turn my attention to the group at large and ask, "What are some things you might lose that would make you cry if you lost them?" Favorite toys are among the initial ...
... away, something that sometimes is not enough for some folks and too much for others? Is there anything else that goes too fast for some people and too slowly for others?" The children think for a moment. Then with a triumphant look Jeff exclaims, "Time!" "You guessed it, Jeff," I continue. "That's what these children were talking about. And it seems like an appropriate thing to discuss here at the beginning of a brand-new year. What are some of the ways in which we measure time?" "With a watch," Beth offers ...
Object: The children themselves. Lesson: Love; children; parents; God. "I asked all of you to come up here for the children's sermon -- so I guess all of you are children, right?" The youngsters readily agree. "Am I a child?" I continue. "No!" comes the immediate response. "Well, then, perhaps I don't belong up here. Maybe I'd better leave ..." As I begin to get up, I get a thoughtful expression, and stop in mid- ...
... campaign aimed at collecting money to buy trees for reforesting areas in which lots of trees have been destroyed by fire, or earthquake, or other disaster. What type of money do you suppose is meant by 'least coins'? "A dime?" a boy tentatively suggests. "That's a good guess. A dime is the smallest coin we have as far as its size. However, there is another coin that is a little larger in size but it's worth only one-tenth as much as a dime. Does anyone know what that is?" "A penny!" several children answer ...
... tension we have created between us. Now, suppose that instead of a rubber band, there was the tension of anger between us. What would I need to do to get rid of that tension?" "Let go of it?" a child asks. "Let go of what?" I respond. "Your anger?" he guesses. "Yes; I would need to let go of my anger. I would need to forgive Lucy for whatever I thought she had done to cause my anger. I would need to speak kind, gentle words to her, to let her know I had let go of my anger, to ease ...
... is this?" "It's a woven basket." "Yes, it is woven," I agree. Then, in an effort to get them to think about what its use might be, I ask, "What do you suppose I have inside the basket?" As their silence stretches beyond my comfort zone I prod, "Any guesses?" No one answers, so I open the lid. "It's a picnic!" several children announce as they see dishes and a red-and-white checked tablecloth. "Yes, it's a picnic," I affirm, "and this is a picnic basket. I thought you might like to share a breakfast picnic ...
... 've brought two small things this morning to pass around so you can look at them. What are they?" "Vases!" some children answer. "Little jars," others suggest. "Well, what do you think they are made of?" "Glass?" comes the first tentative response. "That's a good guess. They are very much like glass vases and jars. But they are made of something else." "Clay!" a more certain child pronounces with a hint of "Aha!" in his voice. "Clay. That's right. Where do we get clay?" In asking this question I find myself ...
... I pass the picture to Brenda, I recall how difficult it was for me as a child to imagine that adults had ever been children too; pictures always helped. "After that picture was taken," I continue, "I naturally kept getting older. After a couple of years, guess what happened?" This question is greeted with puzzled expressions, so I answer. "I went to school! How many of you are in school?" With this query, about half of the children raise their hands. "Well, one of the things that happens in school is that ...
... 's important to remember when you're afraid that you always have a place to run to. You always have a burrow to go to, just like the groundhog. And there's someone there to comfort you. Do you know who that might be?" "A groundhog?" comes the logical guess. "No, not really," I respond, "because I don't mean you would really go hide in a hole in the ground. Think of where you would go to feel safe if you were afraid." Understanding dawns, brightening Maria's face as she says, "To my parents!" "Yes," I agree ...
... him about it. Rabbi: I wondered ... because he hadn't seen it himself. We had to deal with it hypothetically. I wish I'd known you told him. I would have had you come to class. Daughter: But girls aren't allowed ... Rabbi: That's just a tradition. I guess I didn't realize how interested you were ... Daughter: I didn't ... You were so ... No, I won't put you on a guilt trip. Rabbi: I appreciate that ... As Saul told the story, it was obvious he agreed with the way the Pharisees handled the matter. Jesus had ...
... it messed up your relationships with the Galatians. Paul: I don't want to talk about it. Barnabas: God cares what you do and if you don't get hold of yourself on that ... Paul: Good-bye. Barnabas: Paul? Paul? Well, you don't need to be that angry! Paul? Guess he'd rather talk to the cat.[1] I'll call him back next week. 1. Garrison Keillor told a story at the time about someone who enjoyed talking with his cat more than with people ... Puff never talked back!
... that Jesus Christ is the Lord, to the glory of God the Father." (Philippians 2:1-11) Announcer: We ask you what holds you together and you ask us what holds us together! Some of our listeners recognized that poem you recited and said it along with you. I guess we feel held together by our faith in Christ much the same way. You were our preacher, right? Can you tell us how you feel about your captors? Paul: "I want you to know, my brothers and sisters, that the things that have happened to me have really ...
... should work now. (Push PLAY.) I still can't hear anything. Can you? (Let them respond.) Let's look at this tape and see what it is. (Take out the tape.) There's nothing on the label. This tape doesn't have any music on it! It's blank! I guess we can't listen to any music today. Oh well, let's talk about music instead. What kind of music do you like? (Let them respond.) There are lots of different kinds of music - classical, country-western, oldies, rock and rap. I think everyone likes some kind of music ...
... they're watching the forest for any signs of smoke. Forest fires are very dangerous, not just to houses on the edge of the forest. Who lives in the forest? (Let them answer.) Many animals make their homes in the forest. Forests give us something else. Can you guess what it is? (Let them respond.) Forests give us oxygen! Did you know that trees make the oxygen that we need to breathe! Without trees we wouldn't be able to live. Jesus told lots of stories about seeds. In our lesson today, there are two stories ...
... hillside alone to pray and rest. Nine, during the night a storm at sea scared the Twelve “out of their wits,” so he reunited with them on the boat. By morning, they were at their new work location. That brings us to today’s Gospel. And guess what? The crowds were already there. They greeted him with a teaser, “Rabbi, when did you get here?” Jesus’ response is a bit provocative some would say he was starting the day in a jocular mood, others would say he meant to chastise. Whichever it was, they ...
... . The girls teased him and the boys beat him up. He joined the marines but only found abuse there and, eventually, was dishonorably discharged. He married and tried to have a family, but his wife hated him. He lost all sense of self-worth. Maybe you’ve guessed his name. One day it was November 22, 1963 he went out into the garage, took a rifle, drove into Dallas, and put two holes in the head of our former President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Yes, his name was Lee Harvey Oswald. One who lacks self-esteem ...
... and the recovery took months and months. You cannot force growth. The same is true in education, growing up, preparing for a vocation, and growing in faith. I remember saying to an eleven-year-old one day, “Say, son, you’re growing up fast, aren’t you?” “Yes, I guess, Father, but not fast enough for me!” was his reply. Isn’t that what we all feel? It isn’t happening fast enough for me! I have heard people say, “If I could only have faith like John (or Elizabeth), I would feel I was a real ...
... , "Money, power, prestige, a good old boy in the community ... is that what it really takes to get elected? What about integrity and decency and ethical values and compassion and common courtesy?" Paul's thoughts meandered almost out of control now. He felt tired. "I guess it's time to go home," he mused. But Paul Dicerio didn't get up from his bar stool. Because a name kept on nagging at his mind. Gunda Tobias. That name kept on flashing across his mind subliminally and uncontrollably. "Now there is a ...
... be. I'll be back in 15 minutes. You can just wait right here, I won't be long." The 15 minutes seemed like a lifetime to Billy, forcing him to deal with his crime once again. "Boy, I wish I could replay the tape on this one, but I guess I can't. I'll just have to take the medicine and live and learn. I'm never, ever going to get involved in anything like this again." The sound of a door slamming against a door jamb snapped Billy back into the courtroom once again. Judge Green's formal ...
... God's way. It is dependable when we listen to our heart. It strikes me that most of the times I have been in trouble - times when I have done something I later regretted - were times when I did not listen to my heart. They were times when I second-guessed what I knew deep inside was right, or when I yielded to pressure from others to do something which my heart told me was not the wisest thing to do. Every time, hindsight tells me, I should have trusted my heart. I believe God has put a good heart in ...
... our mouths, not bad ones. Sometimes we love people by the way we talk. Can we remember that the next time we open our mouths? SHARING THIS WEEK'S GOSPEL THEME AT HOME Parents: You can help your child understand the point of today's Gospel with a little guessing game you will both envoy. First collect a few aromatic foods, such as a peppermint drop, an onion, some root beer, cinnamon, and so on. Lay them out on a table or counter so that your child can see them. Briefly explain today's Gospel, and ask your ...