My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.
Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is Heaven in the yellow part, I don’t know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don’t know why.
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?
She’s been gone a long, long time. She really needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her but I simply don’t know how.
Help me find the number please, Is it listed under Heaven?
I can’t read these big words, I am only seven.
I’m sorry operator, I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mummy said when we need help that’s where we should go.
I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I’ll give them a call. by Donna Groleau.
and gathering them around him he taught them saying:
Blessed are the meek.
Blessed are they that mourn.
Blessed are the merciful.
Blessed are they who thirst for justice.
Blessed are all the concerned.
Blessed are you when persecuted.
Blessed are you when you suffer.
Be glad and rejoice for your reward is great in heaven
try to remember what I am telling you
asked to see Jesus’ lesson plan
and inquired of Jesus
his terminal objectives in the cognitive domain
On monday clergy from Lincoln diocese spent time with the wedding project team and they showed this clip of a wedding entrance which is viewed by an amazing amount of people….it just seems to draw you in….
I went with the Bishop fo Grantham to a Confirmation Service at St. George’s Church in Stamford. It was a great service and there was a time of sharing of faith…why the candidates had chosen to / been called to be confirmed within the service. Katrina shared this poem she had written:
Part The CurtainsDoes not beauty shine forth behind the clouds? Does not light overrule the darkness? God’s light is like the sun above the clouds, Always present. And when the clouds part, does not a banner of hope come forth? A golden beacon, A candle in the dark. Does not a smile appear upon your face, At the sight of such beauty and hope? Don’t give up hoping, Don’t live in despair. Christ is watching from behind the clouds, Waiting for you to part the curtains, And embrace the light.
By Katrina Sissins