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Arthur and Martha: Christ the King

Arthur and Martha: Christ the King

Arthur and Martha: Christ the King

Arthur: “Hey Martha, it won’t be long…”

Martha: “What won’t be long?”

Arthur: “Christmas! Christmas! Yipee!”

Martha: “I know.  But we need to remember to prepare!”

Arthur: “Of course. I’m already doing that.

Martha: Really? How?

Arthur: Well… I’m checking out all the stuff I’m hoping to get!

Martha: Hoping to get?

Arthur: Of course.  There’s a couple of games for my Xbox and loads of other stuff!

Martha: Such as?

Arthur: New… football kit.   New… tracksuit. But most all…

Martha: …Yes?

Arthur: I’m hoping that I’ll find a new bike on Christmas morning.

Martha: You are?

Arthur: Sure thing it is.  And I’ve being trying really hard to be helpful around the house.

Martha: Hmmm that’s interesting… I can’t say I’ve noticed.

Arthur: Well I have. So there!  Anyway. Why aren’t you getting excited?

Martha: Funny you should ask that question.  I am getting excited and I’ll tell you why.  

Arthur: Can’t wait. What are you hoping to get for Christmas then?

Martha: Well… I do have a couple of ideas.  But I want to talk to you about the weeks leading up to Christmas first.

Arthur: Go for it sis. I’m all ears. 

Martha: Did you know that the church has a calendar? 

Arthur: Hmmm… not noticed one. Where is it?

Martha: You’re funny. not that kind of calendar.  What I mean is there is a whole cycle of events that happen throughout the year.  And there’s a pattern – a bit like a bike wheel. 

Arthur: A bit like a bike wheel?

Martha: Hmm… that’s right. It’s a cycle. But not like the one that you’re hoping for.

Arthur: Get on with it!

Martha: Okay… I’ll try.  Today is the last day in the church calendar and then the whole cycle starts again. 

Arthur: I think you’ve lost me. 

Martha: Okay… no listen and don’t interrupt.  You can ask questions later.

Arthur: Get you.  Have you ever thought of becoming a teacher?

Martha: Shhhhhh. Just listen carefully.  This is the last Sunday in the church calendar. It has a special name – Christ the King.  This is the day we remember that Jesus is the king of all the world and that He is the greatest king of all.  Just imagine. Jesus is our very best friend, but He’s a king! A king who knows you and loves you. He cares for everyone in the same way that a good shepherd cares for every one of his sheep.  This is the last Sunday of the church year and next Sunday will be special too.  It’s Advent Sunday. 

Arthur: Tell me more.

Martha: Well of course I will.  All in good time.  But here’s something interesting. Grandma told me it used to be called ‘Stir up Sunday’.

Arthur: Stir up Sunday? Why? 

Martha: Because that was the day that everyone made their Christmas pudding and everyone in the family would have a stir. There’s an old prayer for this day. It starts like this.  

Stir up your hearts oh Lord to prepare the way for your only son
By His Advent we may be enabled to serve you with purified minds
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 

I like this prayer better.

Oh Jesus our King and our best friend.  
Help us to live as your children, aware of the needs of others and always ready to help.  
Amen. 

Arthur: I’m lost for words.  Imagine… my very best friend and he’s also a King! But just one question sis…

Martha: Go on then.

Arthur: If he really is everybody’s friend, I wonder what football team he supports?

Martha: Good question Arthur, but it’s one I can’t answer.  Anyway, I think I have a craft activity for you.  Would you like to make a crown?  It’s starting to rain, so go inside and collect crayons and some glue.  

Arthur: Great idea!  What are you going to do?

Martha: Finish reading my book.  You’ll enjoy it when you’re a bit older. 

Arthur: You sure? What’s the story?

Martha: It’s called ‘The Last Battle’.

Arthur: Any good?

Martha: Well I think so. One day you should read it for yourself. 

Arthur: Okay… I’m off to get the stuff together.  Nice chat sis.

Martha: Now you could make a crown too and for bigger kids, I can recommend the book I’m reading. It would make a good Christmas gift!

That’s all folks! See you again soon!

Mary’s Story

Mary’s Story

Mary’s Story

Hello little one. Pleased to meet you. It’s been an eventful few months while I’ve been waiting for you to arrive. Let me tell you all about it.

It started on an ordinary day. I was going about as normal, feeding the chickens, tidying up and that sort of thing.  I wasn’t really concentrating, I was thinking about my wedding to Joseph in a few weeks time.  Well… I’d never seen an angel before, but there was no mistaking who it was who came to meet me.  She told me that I was going to have a baby.  You actually.  I was a bit surprised, but I knew the angel wouldn’t say it if God hadn’t sent her to ask me and so I said yes.  

Joseph was even more surprised , but he’d had a visit from an angel as well, so that was ok.  Everything happened a bit quickly. We found out that the Roman Emperor wanted to count everybody.  Some people just have to count things apparently.  And we had to go to Bethlehem, Joseph’s hometown.

It was the most comfortable journey. You were getting big and I knew it wouldn’t be long. Fortunately, there were plenty of people who wanted to help by lending us a donkey. Some were a bit… too small.  Beauty the horse was too big! But Gabby was just right. She was happy to carry us both.  Even when we got there though, it wasn’t straightforward.  We couldn’t find anywhere to stay.  Everywhere was full and we were turned away by lots of places. In the end on inn keeper did find us somewhere.  Even though it was only a stable, it was warm and dry and after you were born, there was some clean straw in a manger and you were comfortable there.  

I found out later that the angels had been busy again.  This time it was some shepherds out in the field who were told what was happening.  They were quite surprised too.  They were told to leave what they were doing and to come to the stable to see us. Even that wasn’t the end of it. We had some more visitors! Not poor shepherds this time, but quite the opposite.  Travellers from the east.  Very dressed up! And they brought some very expensive gifts. It got quite crowded in the stable.  the animals wanted to join in too.  There were quite a few people that wanted to come and see you Baby.  It got quite crowded.  

I need to have a good think about what all this means.  I suspect this will only be the start of your story.  People across the whole world will hea about you and it won’t matter whether they are rich or poor, wherever they come from you will treat them all the same. The angel who spoke to Joseph had said so.  You will call him Jesus and through him people will know that God loves us all whoever we are.  But for now, just go to sleep in my arms my baby.  Joseph and I will keep you safe while you grow.  I love you.  I love you.

The Journey to the Cross

The Journey to the Cross

Good Friday 2021. The Journey to the Cross.

The Lent readings tell a familiar story.  The story of a journey.  A journey to the cross.  

Let’s remind ourselves of that journey. After his baptism, Jesus went into the wilderness for forty days and forty very cold nights.  The voices of Satan came whispering, tempting, but Jesus refuses to be distracted or tempted.

After all that time that he spent alone, He now sets His face to Jerusalem and His destiny. We can’t save ourselves, so He will save us.  On the way, He gives us examples of the way that we should live following His example. He talks to the outcasts of society; people who are different, people from other traditions. People with different languages, perhaps a different colour. Even women.  Jesus doesn’t exclude anybody.  He heals.  He heals the sick, the deaf, the blind.  He even defeats the grave.  

The people shout and wave palms, caught up in expectation, but then they are fickle.  Only a few days later, they turn on Him as he is betrayed, tortured and put to to death.  Betrayed, tortured and put to death for us.  For me. For you.  

Let’s walk behind him.  And then through the eyes of His mother, His friends, the soldiers, all of those that just came to watch, even those who had Him crucified; watch with their eyes as this final act sets His people free.