Children's Sermons Following The Lectionary
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[The children’s messages I compose are intentionally spare in detail for two reasons. First, children’s messages are often too long, and two, I expect the story teller to fill in the scenery according to his/her own style and imagination. They are repetitive in the structure of the conclusion in order to teach both parents and children a ritual of interaction at bedtime centered on Christian formation. RRM]
CURRENT CONTENTS OF THIS PAGE
(Updated April 1, 2012)
--Easter 3 – (April 22, 2012)
--Easter 2 – (April 15, 2012)
--Easter – (April 8, 2012)
Children’s Sermon to go with McGregor Page 814 for
Easter 3 – (April 22, 2012)
1 John 3:1-7
I would like to tell you a story about a boy named Sheemso. One night, after everyone had gone to bed, Sheemso opened the door to his parents' bedroom and quietly walked over to his mother's side of the bed and said, "Mommy, there is a monster under my bed."
"What?" said his mother.
"There is a monster under my bed. Can I sleep with you?" he said.
"Let's go see that monster," said Sheemso's daddy.
"No, I don't want to see it," said Sheemso.
What do you think they should do? Well, first they turned on the lights. They turned on the lights in the parents' bedroom. They turned on the lights in the hall. Then they turned on the lights in Sheemso's bedroom. Sheemso's daddy went around the bed pulling up the covers so they could all see under the bed. Then he stood on one side of the bed. Sheemso and his mother stood on the other side of the bed.
"Now," said Sheemso's daddy, "When I count to three, we are all going to get down on the floor and look under the bed."
"I don't want to," said Sheemso.
"We can do it," said Mommy, "I'll hold your hand."
So Sheemso's daddy counted, "One, two, three...", and they all got down on the floor to look under the bed.
"What do you see?" asked Sheemso's daddy.
"Nothing," said Sheemso.
"I see you." said his daddy to Sheemso.
"I see God," said Sheemso's mommy.
"Nuh uh," said Sheemso. “You don’t see God.”
"Well, I think about seeing God," said his mommy. "You were thinking about seeing monsters under your bed. I'm thinking about seeing God under your bed. We know God watches over us when we sleep. Maybe God watches under us too."
Sheemso had never thought about that. "God watches under us" that seemed like a good idea to Sheemso.
Sheemso's daddy said, "As long as we are here on our knees by the bed, why don't we say another prayer so we can all go back to bed."
And they did. The daddy prayed like this: “Dear God we thank you for watching over us and watching under us, and the next time we think about seeing monsters under the bed help us think about seeing you under the bed because we know that you are bigger than any monster. Amen.”
Children's Sermon to go with McGregor Page 813
Easter 2 - (April 15, 2012)
1 John 1:1-2:2
I want to tell you a story about a girl named Maralita. Now Maralita was in her room playing when her mother came in and said, "Pick up your things, we are going to see Mrs. Bernoli."
"Do we have to?" said Maralita.
"She has been waiting for us to come for a long time," said her mother. "You know how happy she will be to see you."
"Will she have some candy for me?" asked Maralita.
"I don't know, dear," said her mother. "She hasn't been feeling well. She may not have gone to the store. Maybe we should go to the store for her."
"And get me some candy for her?" said Maralita.
"Maybe," said her mother.
"Why is Mrs. Bernoli so old?" asked Maralita.
"Because she has lived a long time; that's all," said her mother. "And now all her family are gone or live far away."
"Why do we have to go visit her?" said Maralita.
"Because Jesus has given us a gift for her," said her mother.
"Oh," said Maralita. "What?"
"You'll see," said her mother. And they got in the car and went to see Mrs. Bernoli..
That night when they were getting ready to say prayers, Maralita said, "What present did Jesus give us to give Mrs. Bernoli. I didn't see any present."
"Did you see the big smile she had when you went into her room? She didn't have that big smile before you came. You gave it to her," said her mother.
"I thought her smile was for me," said Maralita. "It made me happy to see her smile."
"Well then, that's a Jesus-gift. You think you are giving it to someone else and it turns out they are giving it to you," said her mother. "That's what the church is made out of, Jesus-gifts.
"Is that is why we go visit people in the church, because of Jesus-gifts?" asked Maralita.
"That's right," said her mother.
Then they said a prayer like this: "Dear Jesus, thank you for giving us smiles to share with each other. Amen."
Children's Sermon to go with McGregor Page 812
Easter Day - (April 8, 2012)
Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24
1 Corinthians 15:1-11
John 20:1-18 or Mark 16:1-8
I want to tell you a story about a boy named Smudge. Now Smudge liked to play with his bat and ball in the side yard of his house where it was shady in the afternoon.
"Jerry is coming over and we're going to play baseball," said Smudge as he walked passed his mother and out the back door.
"You can throw the ball, Smudge," said his mother, "but don't bat it because you might break a window."
"I won't," said Smudge. And he headed out the gate and into the side yard. He waited for Jerry, but Jerry didn't show up.
"Well," thought Smudge, "I can't play catch with myself. That's no fun. I'll just toss the ball up and hit it easy at the fence."
When he finally did hit the ball he thought, "That was a good hit. Maybe I'm getting better."
Smudge always struck out in the games. He really wanted to be a good hitter.
"I'll bet I could hit a home run if I really tried," Smudge thought as he tossed the ball up again. He swung really hard, and he hit the ball really hard, but it didn't go straight like the other one.
Where do you think the ball went? It went right at the neighbor's window. Smudge thought it wouldn't hit the window even though it was going straight for the window. Then he though it wouldn't break the window but just bounce off the window. Then "CRASH!" It went right through the window, and Smudge knew it was time to run. He thought it was all over for him. He thought about running away and never coming back. Instead he snuck passed his mother in the kitchen.
"Did Jerry ever come over?" asked his mother.
"No," said Smudge on the way to his room.
"Where's your bat and ball?" asked his mother.
"This is the end for me," Smudge thought. "I left them outside," he called back to his mother.
That evening, when his father came home, he had a ball in his hand. "Is this your ball, Smudge?" his father asked.
"This is the end for me," thought Smudge.
"Mr. Pickering found it in his bedroom," said his father. "Said it came through the window and broke a lamp near the bed. Thought it might be your ball."
"Oh, this is the end for me," thought Smudge.
"Come, Smudge," said his father, "we are going over to talk with Mr. Pickering."
"I'm going to run away," thought Smudge. "I'm going to get real small and hide under the bed and never come out."
But, he didn't. His father wouldn't let him. Instead they talked with Mr. Pickering, and they decided what Smudge could do to help Mr. Pickering since he had broken his window and lamp. On the way back home Smudge thought, "That wasn't the end of me after all."
That night when they were getting ready to say prayers, Smudge's father said, "Smudge, I'll bet you thought it was all over for you when you broke Mr. Pickering's window, didn't you?"
"I don't know," said Smudge.
"Well," said his father, "remember when Jesus was killed. His friends thought it was all over for them too."
"What did they do?" said Smudge.
"They ran away and hid," said his father. "So, you know what God did?"
"No," said Smudge.
"God went and got Jesus. Then Jesus went and got his friends, the disciples. Jesus said to his friends, 'Look! It's not over for me, and it's not over for you.' And you know what?"
"What?" said Smudge.
"They never ran away again," said his father.
"Is that why we don't run away?" asked Smudge.
"That's why," said his father.
Then they said a prayer like this: "Dear Jesus, thank you for showing us that you didn't go away, so we won't be scared and run away. Amen."
Roland McGregor, United Methodist Pastor
Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
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