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Children's Sermons Following The Lectionary
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CURRENT CONTENTS OF THIS PAGE
(updated May 19, 2008)
--Pentecost 4 – (June 8, 2008)
--Pentecost 3 – (June 1, 2008)
--Pentecost 2 – (May 25, 2008)
--Links
Children's Sermon to go with McGregor Page 612
Pentecost 4 - (June 8, 2008)
Genesis 12:1-9
Psalm 33:1-12
Romans 4:13-25
Matthew 9:9-13, 18-26
I want to tell you a story about a boy named Squirple. Now Squirple had a new baby sister, and on Sunday he had stood up with his daddy and mommy and his grandparents in church for the pastor to baptize his sister. It was fun getting to go up where everything happens, where the candles are and the big cross. He watched his sister to see what she would do when the pastor put a whole handful of water on her head. The pastor said, "Margaret Ann, I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." Everyone was real quiet and watched. Squirple thought something was going to happen, but nothing happened. His sister didn't cry. She just looked all around. The pastor gave her back to Squirple's father, and they all went and sat down. Later, Margaret Ann, started crying and had to leave. Squirple wanted to go too, but his daddy said he could stay with him.
Later that week when they were getting ready for prayers in Squirple's bedroom, his mommy and daddy sitting on the end of his bed, Squirple said, "Can Maggie say, 'Jesus'?" (They were calling Margaret Ann "Maggie".)
"No," said Squirple's father, "She is just a baby. She can't say any words."
"Well," said Squirple, "Corey says if she can't say 'Jesus', she can't be baptized."
Corey was Squirple's friend next door who went to a church that doesn't baptize babies.
Squirple's father said, "Squirple, can Maggie say 'mommy'?"
"No," said Squirple, "She can't say anything, all she does is cry."
"Yes, but when she cries, Mommy knows she is calling her, and I know she is calling me. Isn't that right?" said his father.
"I quess so," said Squirple.
"So, when she cries, Jesus knows she's calling him too, don't you think?" siad his father.
"Oh," said Squirple, "I never thought about that."
Then his mother said, "Squirple, even though it sounds to you as if Maggie is crying, it sounds to God that she is calling Jesus. So, that is why we baptized Maggie."
"You mean crying is like words to God?" asked Squirple.
"Can be," said his mother. "Can be."
Then they said a prayer like this: Dear God, we thank you for hearing us when we cry and knowing we are your children. Amen.
Children’s Sermon for McGregorPage 611
Pentecost 3 – (June 1, 2008)
Psalm 46
Genesis 6:11-22; 7:24; 8:14-19
Romans 1:16-17; 3:22b-28 (29-31)
Matthew 7:21-29
I would like to tell you a story about a boy named Thronk. Now Thronk had a friend that invited him to come to his church, and at that church all the adults called each other brother and sister. It was brother Fred and sister Dorothy; brother Charley and sister Lucy; brother this and sister that.
That Sunday night when Thronk and his parents were getting ready to say prayers, Thronk said, "Why did everyone call each other sister and brother at that Alfonso's church?
"What do you mean?" asked his father.
"Well, all the adults called each other brother or sister something," said Thronk.
"You mean like 'brother Thronk'?" asked his mother.
"Yes, except no one called me that," said Thronk.
"You know what I think?" said his dad. "I think they do that to show that they believe they are all part of God's family. Remember how your baby sister grew in you mother's tummy? She was growing because God was creating her there."
"So," said Thronk's mother, "we are all brothers and sisters because we are all created by God."
"So I could call you sister Mary instead of Mom?" said Thronk.
"Well, that would mean you were thinking about God creating both of us. Yes," said his mother.
"A long time ago, there was a wonderful man named Francis who called the sun 'brother' and the moon 'sister'," said his father.
"How come?" said Thronk.
"Because he was thinking about God creating the sun and the moon and everything just like God created him," said his father.
"Did he say, 'brother cockroach'?" asked Thronk. Then he laughed.
"Maybe he did," said Thronk's mother, "but the important thing to remember is that all the people you see are your brothers and sisters because God made them just like God made you."
Thronk had to think about that. Then they said a prayer like this: Dear God, thank you for making us so many brothers and sisters. Amen.
Children's Sermon to go with McGregor Page 610
Pentecost 2 (May 25, 2008)
Isaiah 49:8-16a
Psalm 131
1 Corinthians 4:1-5
Matthew 6:24-34
I want to tell you a story about a boy named Fozzle. Now Fozzle liked to talk to God. When the sun came up in the morning, Fozzle looked out the window and said, "Good morning, God. Thanks for the big sun." He went over to the fish tank on his desk and said, "Look, God, all my fish are still alive. Thanks."
Everyone was in a hurry at breakfast. His big sister grabbed a Pop Tart and was out the door. He sat down at the table, poured dry cereal into his bowl and said, "Thank you, God, for Fruit Loops."
When he got up from the table, he went to the refrigerator, got the squeeze bottle of chocolate and carefully squeezed chocolate syrup into a small medicine bottle to take to school with him so he could put it in his milk at lunch. He put it in his pocket and went to school. He forgot about it until recess when, out on the playground, he felt something running down his leg. He looked at his pants and saw brown spots from the syrup oozing through. "Oh," he said to God, "I hope nobody laughs at me. What will I do?" God helped him not cry. Instead, he went in the rest room and cleaned up pretty well.
During the afternoon recess, he got bumped in the nose, and it started to bleed. "Help," he said to God, "What will I do?" He had had nosebleeds before. Some were hard to stop. His mother would fold up a piece of paper until it would fit under his upper lip and stuff it up there until his lip bulged out under his nose. She would put cold wash cloths on the back of his neck and cotton up his nose and a pie pan in his hand to catch the blood that got through. The bad nose bleeds scared Fozzle. He thought all his blood was running out and he would die. "I don't want to die," he would say to God. "Help me."
That afternoon on the playground, Fozzle got scared holding his nose with blood on his hands, and said to God, "Help me go home." Fozzle ran off the playground and across the street. He stopped and asked a man if he were headed toward Elm Street. The man said, "Yes." And, he ran on. When he got home, his mother said, "Fozzle!" And she cleaned the blood off his face and hands with a wet cloth. His nose had stopped bleeding. "We'll have to call the school and tell them you are all right," she said. "You should have gone back into the school to the nurse."
"We don't have a nurse any more," Fozzle said.
"Oh, that's right," said his mother. “Well let's say a prayer first."
They stopped and said a prayer together like this: "Dear God, thank you for watching over Fozzle across all those streets." And Fozzle said, "And thank you for stopping my nose bleed. I was really scared. Amen."
Roland McGregor, United Methodist Pastor
Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
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