Monday, 26 March 2012

Out of the mouths of babes...

I have come to the part of the term where I teach the children about the real meaning of Easter.  Many of them are astounded to discover that it is not a festival about chocolate eggs but about an innocentt young man who died a criminal's death around 2000 years ago.
I can't assume any prior knowledge in these privileged, well-educated, mostly very wealthy middle-class white children. 
So, over a course of several weeks, I show them the wonderful animated film 'The Miracle Maker'.  Today, using artistic representations of the principal events, we recapped the story.  Slowly, piecing it together with a word of understanding here, a glimmer of knowledge there, most of the little group began to grasp what had happened during that sorrowful and joyous week.
It was while looking at a painting of the Last Supper, with the naked torso of Jesus high up above the table, looking down as he shared the bread and wine, that a gem of insight appeared.  Georgia remarked thoughtfully: 'I suppose, if the bread was his body, that when he broke up the bread and shared it out he was sharing himself with all the disciples.' Ross added, 'Yes, that is what I thought. And that if he was perfect, then everyone got a little piece of perfection in them.'
Doesn't this just echo Ephesians 4:5 'There is one body and one Spirit—just as you were called to one hope when you were called— one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.' (The Message)
Bless them.

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