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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 June 28, 2009)
--Pentecost 7 – (July 19, 2009)
--Pentecost 6 – (July 12, 2009)
--Pentecost 5 – (July 5, 2009)
--Links
Children's Sermon to go with McGregor Page 670
Pentecost 7 (July 19, 2009)
2 Samuel 7:1 14a
Ps. 89:20 37
Ephesians 2:11 22
Mark 6:30 34, 53 56
I would like to tell you a story about a boy named Triglund. Now Triglund was up to bat. It was the last inning of the last game. If they won, they could play more games; but if they lost, that would be the end.
"Come on, Triglund," hollered Tommy from the bench. "Don't strike out!"
"Keep your eye on the ball," said the coach.
"You can't hit," said the catcher.
He did hit, right back to the pitcher and he was out and the game was over.
Triglund didn't cry until he got into the car. "I hate baseball," he said. "I hate Tommy and I hate the coach."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," said his dad. "Maybe you'll feel better later. Do you want to stop for a refreshment. You tried real hard and I want to buy you something special. What would you like?"
What do think Triglund wanted? (solicit responses)
Do you think Triglund felt better then?
That night when Triglund's dad came in his room to say prayers, they started talking about the baseball game again.
"Triglund," said his father, "does Trixie like to play ball?"
(Trixie was Triglund's dog.)
"Fetch," said Triglund, "Trixie likes to fetch the ball."
"When you throw her the ball, does she always catch it?" said his father.
"No," said Triglund.
"And when she misses the ball, does she get upset and hide in the bushes?" said his father.
"She wouldn't do that, she just likes to play with the ball," said Triglund.
"Do you wish she would try harder?" asked his father.
"No," said Triglund.
"What happens when you miss the ball?" said his dad. "Does Trixie get upset?"
"That's silly," said Triglund.
"So maybe Trixie should teach us how to play ball, so we wouldn't feel so miserable after a game," said his father. "Let the dog teach the master a trick."
Triglund had never thought about that.
“Do you think you can play baseball and just have fund the way Trixie does?” said his father.
“I don’t know,” said Triglund.
Then they said a prayer like this, "Dear God, teach us to have fun when we play and to be good to each other when we have fun. Amen."
Children’s Sermon to go with McGregor Page 669 for
Pentecost 6 – (July 12, 2009)
2 Samuel 6:1-19
Psalm 24
Ephesians 1:3-14
Mark 6:14-29
I would like to tell you a story about a girl named Vatrix. Now Vatrix came in the house from the back yard and asked her mother, "Where's Rosco?"
"Rosco" was the name of her dog.
"I don't know dear," said her mother. "Isn't he in the back yard?"
"No," said Vatrix. "I looked everywhere."
"He's not under the house?" asked her mother.
"I don't think so," said Vatrix.
"Well, let's go see," said her mother.
And they both went out into the back yard to look for Rosco. He wasn't there. They asked the neighbors if they had seen Rosco, but they hadn't seen him either.
"Let's get in the car and go looking for him," said Vatrix' mother.
Vatrix leaned out the window of the car and called, "Rosco, Rosco!"
But, Rosco didn't come. When they got back home, they were very sad.
That night when they were getting ready to say prayers, Vatrix said, "I hope Rosco is all right. I hope someone didn't get him."
And she started to cry.
Her mother sat down on the bed and put her arm around her. It made Vatrix feel a little better. At least she could talk instead of just cry.
"I'm sad too," said her mother. "Tomorrow we'll look for him again. Maybe he'll come home tonight."
"Do you think so?" said Vatrix.
"Maybe," said her mother.
"What if he got run over by a car?" said Vatrix.
"Oh, honey, let's not think about that," said her mother.
"He could," said Vatrix.
"Yes, he could," said her mother, "but let's not think about it. Let's think about God watching out for Rosco."
"Is God watching out for Rosco?" asked Vatrix.
"Yes," said her mother, "I believe God is watching out for him."
"Then let's tell God to send Rosco home," said Vatrix.
So they said a prayer like this, "Dear God, Rosco is lost and we need your help. Bring him back home, please. Amen."
Children's Sermon to go with McGregor Page 668
Pentecost 5 (July 5, 2009)
2 Samuel 5:1-5, 9-10
Psalm 48
2 Corinthians 12:2-10
Mark 6:1-13
I would like to tell you a story about a boy named Mawgdot. Now Mawgdot wanted to play the piano more than anything else, but he didn't like to practice.
"It is time for you to practice," his mother would say.
"Aw, do I have to?" he would say.
"I'll set the timer," his mother would say. "Just practice fifteen minutes."
One day Mawgdot said, "I want a magic piano."
"A magic piano?" said his mother. "What's that?"
"It's one that plays what you tell it to play," said Mawgdot. "Whatever keys you hit, the right notes come out."
"Would that be good?" asked his mother.
"I think it would be good," said Mawgdot. "Then I wouldn't have to practice. I could just play."
"You wouldn't have to do anything," said his mother. "You could tell it to play the music and you could do something else."
"No, I want to play the piano," said Mawgdot.
"Well then, you'd better practice," said his mother, "or the piano might decide it doesn't need you at all."
Mawgdot hadn't thought about that. Maybe the piano needed him to play the right notes. So, he got up on the piano bench and practiced for fifteen minutes and didn't fuss.
That night when they were getting ready for bed, Mawgdot's mother said, "Mawgdot, I'm proud of you."
"Why?" said Mawgdot.
"Because you practiced the piano without fussing today," said his mother.
"I want to get really good," said Mawgdot.
"You know what else you are getting really good at?" said his mother.
"What?" said Mawgdot.
"You are getting really good at talking to God," said his mother.
"I am?" said Mawgdot.
"Yes," said his mother, "because we practice talking to God every day when we pray."
So they said a prayer like this, "Thank you God for letting us get really good and not fuss about practicing. Amen."
Roland McGregor, United Methodist Pastor
Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
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