You are reading this on a Monday due to all that was packed into Sunday, and about which I’d like to report!
First- Morning church: –
Ron outdid himself by calling before 630am! Fortunately I was awake because
both my furries had decided to lie on top of me, which was pretty
uncomfortable, however they both moved off when I reached for the phone. Up
extra early there was much to do since last evening the final load of curtain
panels had been hung to dry so they were ready to take off the clotheslines. With
the luxury of riding my bike to church (for the first time this year!) there
was a bit more time to putter around and give Wil a good long walk before
heading for St. Stephen’s.
Once there I set up our activities. Today’s Scripture focus was Acts 22:6-11 , the Road to Damascus. I had found a decent video of the story and Pippa
and I had planned to have both groups watch it together, but when I got to church
I discovered two other people hunched over their laptops unable to connect to
the internet, so sadly, the children had to settle for my impromptu retelling
of the story.
The little ones then headed off to their
room and the over-fives made paper plate masks with “mean Saul” on one side and
“St. Paul” on the other. We had three visitors this morning, Pastor Nick’s two
grandsons who had come from Toronto with their parents for the weekend and a
small Francophone boy whose parents were visiting our church. I think they all
enjoyed drawing the villainous faces on their masks! After that we played Kim’s
game and then it was time for closing prayer and heading down to join everyone
else. It was a blessing that the Road to Damascus had also been one of the
scenes in last Sunday’s “Stations of the Resurrection” so the children were
really able to step into the story, particularly since Malachi and Seren’s dad
is Paul and he had acted the part in that scene.
Cycling home I thought about how we had used all our senses to
experience the Scripture and how much richer that was than simple passive
listening. If we can make scripture come alive (not just for children but for
everyone) the stories engrain themselves in our hearts and minds and we can
replay them, making them our own in deeper ways.
home I dashed around and set to cleaning the bedroom and bathroom windows.
Having biked home I was in the house by 245pm, even with eating my lunch at
church so the extra time came in very handy and I had all ten windows done and
the freshly washed curtains rehung before walking Wil and then prepping my
picnic dinner and a fresh herb dip as part of the Crossroads snack. Luke (who leads
the Worship Team) came by at 5pm to drive me down as I have the key and also
had a pack basket full of all the snack components.
back at St. Stephen’s House, I quickly stashed the cold drinks materials in the
fridge as the dancers arrived hot on our tail. It was super that eight young
people showed up and worked really hard to learn the piece in only one hour so
that Jillian had time to film them before the Service. This was really super as
it means our instructional DVD is now on video so next Saturday we will be able
to focus on doing crafts samples and not need to stop and learn the Day Camp
Dance. Yahoo!

After the filming everyone sat around the dining room table and enjoyed
a quick supper provided by Rev. Linda Faith then, as some of them washed the
dishes I set the kitchen island for snack- Minted Limeade, Organic Potato Chips
and Fresh Herb Dip.

Everything was ready as we gathered to begin Crossroads. Our Speaker was
Liz Johnstone (from St. Stephen’s!) and she spoke on “Water & Faith”
sharing many verses from the Scriptures where water is seen as vital to our
physical life and analogous to our Spiritual wellbeing.

band had selected a number of great songs drawing the same parallels, the dancers
provided a lovely prayer offering and I think everyone came away renewed and
feeling at peace.
Afterwards we all stood around in the kitchen drinking limeade and
crunching chips. Several Team Members helped with clear up and Luke kindly
drove me home, where I received a joyful welcome from Wil before crashing into

Another “action-packed” Sunday, but very