Children's Praise: 2013

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Happy Christmas to All Children!

To all at Children's Praise,

Happy Christmas filled with Blessed Light to all,

and a Joyous New Year.

Why not download your Christmas Picture

and colour it in?

What fun!

Jesus' Birthday is here and

let us remember with joy

all He has done for us.

Happy Birthday, Jesus!

Why not watch 'The Christmas Story'

told by a little angel at

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAdr_K1OcrY

With thanks to Youtube and Cherub Wings

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Three Little Shepherds Meet Our Lady of the Rosary - Chapter One, The Big Cousin

CHAPTER ONE

THE BIG COUSIN

If you had asked ten-year-old Lucia dos Santos why she was such a firm favourite with her cousins Francesco and Jacinta Marto, aged nine and seven years respectively, she would have been lost for an answer.

Francesco, a quiet easy-going child, she like well enough, but Jacinta, overfond of getting her own way and inclined to sulk, at times rather annoyed her.
The slightest disagreement during a game would cause Jacinta to get up and leave, and Lucia would be hard put to coax her to come back.

"I want to choose the game," Jacinta had crossly said on the last such occasion.
"All right then, you choose."
"I also want to pick my partner."
"But Jacinta . . . "
"Otherwise I'm not going to play!"
"All right Jacinta," Lucia sighed resignedly, "have it your way."

With an air of satisfaction Jacinta came back to the backyard well of Lucia's home, which was the children's playground and where shade was provided by an olive and two plum trees.
Gazing around her with satisfaction, she thought deeply.

"Let's play marbles," she suggested.
"Oh dear," Lucia thought apprehensively, "for marbles we need buttons and if Jacinta wins mine again the way she did before, Mother will be furious."
She stole one look at her cousin's determined little face, however, and relented.
And so it came to pass that Lucia came into supper that night buttonless.
Her mother, after reprimanding her sharply, packed her off to Jacinta's house so that she might reclaim her property.

Down the street of Aljustrel, which formed part of her little Portuguese hometown Fatima, Lucia walked with gloomy foreboding.
Jacinta, she knew, was as keen on retaining her spoils as she was wilful.
But Lucia knew that unless she brought back her buttons in double quick time, Mother would punish her.
"Yes, Lucia?" Jacinta said sweetly as she met her cousin at the front door.
"I'd like my buttons back please!"

Jacinta's hand went to her pocket to guard her invisible winnings, as she mutinously set her lips in a straight line.
"I won them and I plan to keep them!"
Fear of her mother, rather than anger stiffened Lucia's resolve to get her buttons back.
"That's in order Jacinta!" she firmly replied, "You just keep them, but if you do, I'll never play with you again."
And she made as if to return home.
"Swiftly Jacinta ran after her and handed back the buttons.
"I'm sorry Lucia," she apologised penitently, "you know how much I love to play with you!"

Under the darkening sky Lucia hurried homeward, smiling to herself.
"Dear little Jacinta," she thought tenderly, "i suppose we do all tend to spoil her too much but how can we help ourselves?
She is so lovable."

Her thoughts went back to the time she and her cousins had been playing forfeits.
It had been Jacinta's turn to pay and Lucia, at a loss as to what to suggest, suddenly pointed to her own brother, who was sitting at the table, writing.
"Put your arms around him and kiss him!" she laughed.
Shyly Jacinta demurred.
"Not that," she declined, "Rather give me another forfeit."
Then, pointing at the crucifix hanging on the wall, she added:
"Why don't you let me kiss our Lord over there!"
"Good idea," Lucia agreed, "Push a chair over and climb on it and take down the crucifix.
Then you kneel down and embrace and kiss our Lord three times, once for me, once for yourself and once for Francesco."
"Kiss our Lord?" Jacinta beamed, "of course, as often as you like."

Lucia's heart still warmed as she recalled the great reverence with which her little cousin had kissed the crucifix.
Then, looking compassionately at the wooden carving reminding them of the crucified Jesus, Jacinta had asked:
"Why was our Lord nailed to the cross in that way?"
"Because He died for us."
"Tell me about it," Jacinta pleaded.

Lucia readily agreed.
Her mother never tired of telling her stories about Jesus of Nazareth and she started telling Jacinta all about His Life and Works until suddenly the voice of Lucia's big sister interrupted the storyteller;
"Who told you people you were allowed to take that cross down from the wall?" she demanded.
Penitently Jacinta rose and went to the speaker.
"Maria, don't row," she pleaded, "I was the one who took it down but I'll never touch it again!"
Lucia's sister laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Off with you outside and play!" she answered with mock severity,
"Otherwise nothing in this house will stay in its place!"

And so the trio went out to their private clubhouse, the well in the backyard, where Lucia continued telling her story.
Hearing about the sorrows in Jesus' Life, Jacinta was very upset and cired.
"Our poor Lord!" she said, using her sleeve to dry her tears,
"Never again shall I commit even one sin.
I don't want our Lord to suffer any more."

Thoughtfully Lucia opened the door to the little house that belonged to her family.
"Is that you, Lucia?"
"Yes Mother."
"Come in here, I want you.
Did you get your buttons back?"
"Here they are Mother," Lucia, entering the room which served as both kitchen and living room, replied.
"Come here, child.
I want to put them back on immediately," Mother said, threading a needle.
"Stand still now or the needle will prick you."

Obediently Lucia froze as her mother sewed the buttons back on to her dress.
"Such nonsense," Mother commented, her deft hands neatly sewing.
"Why do you still play such silly games?
You're a big girl now, you know."
"Yes, Mother," Lucia nodded meekly.
"Yes, you're quite grown up," her mother repeated,
"And that is really why I have to talk to you now."
Absently regarding her gigantic shadow, reflected on the wall by the flickering candle, Lucia inclined her head and paid attention.
"Your father and I have found work for your sister Carolina," Mother continued, cutting the remaining thread off and selecting a second button,
"Therefore you will have to tend our flock from now on."
"Yes, Mother," Lucia said for the third time.
Questioningly Maria Rosa dos Santos glanced at her daughter's face.
"Is that all you're going to say?
Aren't you even going to tell me whether you are pleased or sorry?" she asked, but Lucia just stood there, lost in thought.
"Ah well," her mother said, giving her a kiss.
"Sleep well."

That night in bed Lucia lay awake for a long time, contemplating the changes about to take place in her life.
What part would her cousins play in this life now, she wondered.
Only after the entire dos Santos family, father and mother included, were fast asleep did Lucia turn over and close her eyes.

She had barely completed dressing on the following morning, when Francesco and Jacinta burst in to look for her.
When she had told them her news, Jacinta's face fell and she ran off to the kitchen.
"Aunt!" she cried.
"Yes dear?" Lucia's mother, who was busy running the broom over the kitchen floor, replied, looking up from her chore.
"When Lucia goes to tend your sheep, may we go with her?"
"No dear, I'm sorry"! her aunt firmly replied.
"Oh Aunt, why not?" Jacinta asked, bursting into tears.

The outcome was of course predictable.
After Lucia had been tending her sheep for some weeks, her aunt allowed Jacinta and Francesco to take over their own family's flock.
Overjoyed, the three cousins decided that each would take their flocks at the time laid down and await the others at the Pool by the entrance to Aljustrel.
Once they had met they would together decide where to let their flocks graze for that day.

The cousins had missed each other sorely during these few weeks of enforced absence and they were enchanted to be able to spend their days together again.

Three Little Shepherds Meet Our Lady of the Rosary, by Dr Luky Whittle

Three Little Shepherds Meet Our Lady of the Rosary

Table of Contents

Friday, June 7, 2013

Help with colouring in your rabbit picture

Here is a watercolour example to help you colour in your picture of the rabbit God created.

Watercolour image by Catherine Nicolette

GOD CREATED RABBITS - COLOUR YOUR RABBIT

And in Genesis when God created the world and all in it, He sat with His Finger to His Beard, thinking deeply.
The angels stayed very very quiet.
What was He going to do?

And God muttered to Himself;
"I want to make something small - something cute - that can move.
And snuggle. And leap.
And be soft.
With long ears.
And cute eyes.
And sweet little paws.
And a cottontail that looks like cottonwool.
And little whiskers.
I know!
I'll make a rabbit to love children, and that will snuggle into their hands and under their chins, and eat lettuce leaves and hop around and make everyone happy!"

So God created rabbits.

Isn't He great!

Here is your rabbit picture. Colour it in.

Picture image by Catherine Nicolette

THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT

Dear children,

When I was a little girl many years ago, our mother used to take my little brother and myself every week to the reading circle at the local library in Welkom.
The librarian used to read wonderful stories to us; she used to use different voices, and tell tales of exciting things.
I used to look forward so much to the weekly library story hour.

Then one story time the librarian invited us all to join a competition.
Everyone was to write a story.
The stories would be read by the librarians, and there were wonderful prizes to be won.

I went home with my mum, so excited!
I wrote my story.
My brother wrote a lovely story too.
We handed them in, and waited with great excitement to see who would win the competition.

And guess what, children?
WE ALL WON A PRIZE.
Every single one of our children's group won a prize from the kind librarians.
And the wonderful book I won was called
'The Tale of Peter Rabbit' by the great English author and artist Beatrix Potter.

Oh, how I loved that book!
And all the other books that Ms Potter wrote.
I read them all, over and over again!
And I used to draw pictures of all the animals Ms Potter had drawn in her books.

Why not watch this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYPkH8gPDps

And listen to the exquisite song of Ms Miriam Stockley, 'Perfect Day'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXEHA6-5J-M

and of course
THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT!
(And also try to get the book and read it!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADi4UnMfSps

Photograph of sweet little rabbit by Catherine Nicolette, for use copyright free
With thanks to www.peterrabbit.com and Youtube

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Annie and the Seven Sacraments Chapter Thirteen

Father Jim's Ordination

It was the day of Uncle Jimmy's ordination.
Annie was sitting in church, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
Mother and Dad sat each to a side of her.
The children had been left with Mrs Mitchell, who had become a firm friend of hers.

The family took up quite a few of the front benches.
Grandpa and Granny Duncan sat in the first row.
It was strange to think of Grandpa Duncan as being the father of a priest.
He had a dreadful temper, which he often lost with his wife and children, though he always treated his sons- and daughter-in-law with a distant courtesy and was a dutiful if unenthusiastic grandfather to their children.
He was widely respected because of his generosity to the poor but Annie infinitely preferred her grandmother, who was softspoken and gentle, with a broad, creamy face, and who had once told her how much she loved Dad.
"Your father has always been such a loving and devoted son," she said.
"He's only ever given me love."

With a jolt Annie realised that everyone was standing.
She followed suit and opened her hymnal to join in the lovely words of the entrance hymn.
The gracious ceremony of ordination continued.
The Bishop introduced Uncle Jimmy to the congregation and spoke of the wonder of ordination.
He explained that God calls His people to follow Christ, and to become holy.
God has called us all from darkness into His marvellous light.
The Christian Church is the Body of Christ.
This means that everybody belongs to God in a special way.

The Bishop went on to explain that God calls forth priests from His people to serve Him with dedication and honour, and to lead the people to holiness.
Priests dedicate their lives to preaching that God is the Ruler of Heaven and Earth, and that we all belong to Him.
Priests offer praise and prayer.
They explain the Gospels and the Bible so they can lead people with sureness to the right path to God.
Priests study the Gospels, Scriptures and subjects which help people to learn more about God.
Priests celebrate the Eucharist, and help people to live their lives well.

The time came for Uncle Jimmy to be ordained.
He knelt before the Bishop, who, in silence, laid his hands upon his head.
The Bishop ordained Uncle Jimmy, praying silently as he called on the Holy Spirit of God to ordain Uncle Jimmy.
Uncle Jimmy thereafter put on the ministerial vestments and knelt down in front of the Bishop, who handed him the Book of Gospels, saying;
"Receive the Gospel of Christ, Whose herald you are.
Believe what you read, teach what you believe and practise what you teach."
Then the Bishop gave him the sign of peace.

The organist struck up the hymn "Praise my soul the King of Heaven."
Everyone stood up and sang from their hearts.
What a glorious sound it made, all those priests on the altar and all the people of God in the pews singing out their praise and thanks to God for the new labourer he had sent to the harvest.
Uncle Jimmy was radiant as he listened to the singing of the others.

After the hymn, the Bishop anointed Uncle Jimmy's hands with chrism oil.
When all had sung the hymn to the Holy Spirit of God that followed, the Bishop gave the chalice and paten to the young priest.
Then the new priest joined the Bishop and his fellow priests in offering Eucharist.

From where she sat, Annie could see the look on Granny Duncan's face as she received Holy Communion from the hands of her son.
She was very happy.
There was no mistaking the look of love on Father Jim's face as he gave the Host of Jesus to his mother.
Grandpa Duncan, looking as irascible as ever and only a little more red than usual, followed his wife, and Father Jim smiled tenderly as he gave his father the Holy Eucharist.
Annie followed shortly after, feeling privileged to receive Jesus from the hands of her very own uncle.

After Mass, Uncle Jimmy came and sought her out.
Father Jim cleared his throat and said: "It's a great source of joy and honour to be a priest, Annie, but I'll need prayers.
Will you pray for me?"
"I'll pray for you every day from now on, Uncle Jimmy," Annie promised.

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Evening had fallen when she went out to pick mulberry leaves for Herbie and Doreen and her schoolfriends.
After filling her plastic carrier to capacity, she rested her head against the tree stem.
She recalled the day, just over a year ago, when she had first learnt about the Church's seven sacraments.
Since then, she had been present at the celebration of each one of them.

Remembering her promise to pray for her uncle, she folded her hands and asked Jesus to guide him to be a good and faithful priest.
The path to belief in God of Mrs Benson and William had taught her that God is at work in all of us.
For God is our Father in Heaven, Who loves us totally.

The kitchen door opened and Annie could see her mother, framed in the doorway, anxiously looking out for her.
"Coming, Mom," she called.
Then armed with her bag of leaves, she slithered down the trunk of the mulberry tree and went back inside.

THE END

Image by Catherine Nicolette

Annie and the Seven Sacraments Chapter Twelve

The Duncans bought balloons for the party

Trudy has a Birthday

On Trudy's first birthday, Annie was sitting in the mulberry tree, picking leaves for her silkworms, Herbie and Doreen.
There was a craze on at school for owning silkworms and Annie's fellow pupils had their hands full, keeping their worms fed.

Annie was more fortunate than most; she didn't have to shop around.
All she did was climb the mulberry tree and pick leaves.
Yielding to the entreaties of her classmates, she filled a plastic bag to capacity with leaves each morning before leaving for school.
By the time she reached it, others would be queuing up, waiting for her.
It gave her a very important feeling.

When Annie had first asked permission to have silkworms of her own, Mother had said no.
She had enough problems without a silkworm invasion.
In the end Dad had persuaded her to allow Annie two of her own.

Now Annie noticed that Herbie wasn't eating any more.
He had spun himself into a yellow cocoon, but Doreen was munching mulberry leaves as if there was no tomorrow.
It was amazing to see how much mulberry one little silkworm could consume, though in actual fact Doreen was no longer tiny.
She was getting fatter by the day and small wonder, judging by the amount she ate.

The door of the neightbours' house opened and Annie watched Mrs Mitchell, their new neighbour, come out.
Mrs Smith had left the house to Mrs Benson and the Mitchells were paying a good rental, with the result that the housekeeper had finally been able to hang up her apron and her dustpan.
At present she was paying a visit to the parents of her son's fiancèe, who was soon to become his wife.

Father Tom's car stopped at their front gate.
Holding the bag with leaves in one hand, Annie skimmed down the mulberry tree and ran around the house to meet him.
Her Uncle Jimmy was to be ordained a priest the following week and Father Tom who was responsible for the arrangements, had become a frequent visitor.

He was as kind as ever, enquiring courteously after Herbie and Doreen.
"Only another week before your Uncle Jimmy's ordained, eh Annie?" Father Tom said.
"How does God call you to be a priest?" asked Annie.
"It differs from person to person.
I've wanted to be a priest since I was three," said Father.

Mother put her head around the door, Trudy on her arm.
Father Tom ruffled the baby's curly head.
"She's getting big.
How old is she now?"
"It's her birthday, Father.
She is one year old today," Annie offered eagerly.
"Happy birthday, little one.
So that's why she's looking so smart.
Is she having a party?"

Mother sighed.
"She is, I'm afraid.
Though what possessed me to arrange it is an enigma even to me.
I keep forgetting I've lost Mrs Benson's services."
"Yes, it was a blessing for her she got that legacy from Mrs Smith.
She must be so happy.
Now that she has gone away for her son's reception into the Church and his wedding, I miss her presence in my instruction classes.
She always wanted to know all the whys and wherefores."

"She thinks you're a wonderful teacher," Annie told him.
"I had a letter from her two days ago.
She says she can't wait to get back here after the wedding.
Now that William's becoming a Christian, nothing is holding her back any more, she wrote.
She always felt that it would be unfair for her to join a church if she hadn't even bother to baptise her own child but now that doesn't count any more."

Mother glanced at her watch.
"I've got to take my cake out of the oven.
Come in, Father."
"Sorry Monica, I've got some parishioners to visit.
I just came to check whether the catering for the dinner after Jimmy's ordination had been taken care of."
"Father, believe me, it's all under control.
Mother Duncan is organising everything and the way I know her there will be fourteen baskets of food left afterwards."
"I'll take your word for it.
Better get that cake out now before it burns and the baby's party's spoilt."
Mother hastily ran back indoors, Trudy crowing with delight on her arm.
Annie accompanied Father Tom to his car.

He was about to drive off when she remembered a question that had worried her.
"How can you tell if someone is called to be a priest, Father?"
Father Tom switched off his engine and said,
"Well, the first thing each of has has to ask ourselves is; Am I being called by Jesus?
The answer is a clear 'yes'.
Each of us is called by God to do something special for Him.
God has a project for each of us, a special path of life.
God created each of us with special care, gracing us with special gifts and blessings.

Sometimes He decides to call someone to do the task of being a priest.
A priest is a called to help people on their path towards God.
Someone called to be a priest will feel inside their heart that this is what God is calling them to do.
That is what I felt from my early years."

"What happens when a priest is ordained?"
"God blesses the priest to follow Him with special duties.
The priest takes on the responsibility of teaching others the principles of Jesus Christ in the Gospels.
This links back to the great times of the Old Testament where under the Law, priests were dedicated to the service of God.
The priest celebrates the Eucharist as Jesus told us to at the Last Supper.
Bread and Wine are taken and after a special blessing called consecration, are shared out as the Body and Blood of Jesus.
This is a mystery.
The priest also assist people to turn towards God and change their lives for the better when things have gone wrong in the past.
It is a wonderful work, and requires dedication and love."

Father Tom looked at his watch.
"Goodness. I must fly.
I wish I had wings like the children in the spiritual.
Do you know it?
I got wings you got wings - all God's chillun got wings ..."

He raised his hand in greeting and drove off.
As Annie walked back to the house to go and help her mother, she softly sang:
"When I go to heaven gonna sing all the blues away, heaven, heaven.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout heaven and I'm going there, heaven, heaven!"

See link for song "All God's Chillun got wings
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StRzrTywUaM

Annie and the Seven Sacraments - Chapter Eleven

Mrs Smith prepares for her final journey

Annie opened the gate Dad had erected between Mrs Smith's garden and their own.
"Stay behind Scamp," she told their spaniel which tried to follow her next door.
"Mrs Smith is sick.
I need you to stay behind and guard the gate for me till I return."
Her faithful dog wagged his tail, and lay down at the gate.
Scamp's trustful eyes followed Annie as she carried the basket Mother had prepared up to the kitchen door.
After knocking, she stood back until Mrs Benson opened the door.

"Hello Annie," the lady said.
There were few traces left of her former surliness.
For two months she had been Mrs Smith's inseparable companion, caring for her with the love of a sister.
Dad surmised that Mrs Benson was mellowing with old age.
Annie had her own theory.
She believed the caring attitude and life of faith in God lived by Mrs Smith was teaching Mrs Benson more about the meaning of Christianity than all the sermons and books she could have read on the topic would have done.

"Mrs Smith has had a very bad night," Mrs Benson was whispering now.
"She fell asleep a few minutes ago.
Maybe you'd better come back in an hour's time."
"Is that Annie at the door, Sally?" the patient's wavering voice called from the bedroom.
"I'm longing to see her.
Please bring her in."

Annie followed Mrs Benson into the bedroom and sat down on the chair beside the bed.
The patient reached our her hand for Annie's and for a moment they sat quietly, just holding hands and sending out waves of love to one another.
Then Annie whispered: "How are you feeling, Mrs Smith?"
"Fine, fine," the patient replied, though the look in her faded eyes belied the words.
"And how are you yourself?"
A tear made its appearance in the corner of Annie's eye and Mrs Smith spotted it.
"Please don't be sad because God will soon be coming to fetch me," the old lady begged.
"It's a wonderful thing to know that we will one day all be together in Heaven."

Annie managed to produce a watery smile.
Mrs Smith said to her, "You've always been so precious to me, like a daughter or granddaughter.
Annie, don't worry on my account.
I long so much for Heaven.
I so dearly want to meet our Lord face to face."

Mrs Benson had returned to the room.
She had been making tea in the kitchen and was carrying the tray into the bedroom.
"Mrs Duncan has done us proud as always.
She's sent a basket with all sorts of treats for us ... what's the matter dear, aren't you well?"

Mrs Smith was lying back on the pillow, her eyes closed.
"I'd like Father to give me the Anointing of the Sick to support me through this time," she said.
"I'd like you and Annie to be present."
"Isn't she too young?" Mrs Benson said, eyeing Annie with misgiving.
"Young as she is, she is a true Christian," Mrs Smith said.
"I want her to see for herself that Christians need have no fear of death.
It is only a birth into Heaven, the place where we will live forever with God.
It is a place where there is no sickness, ageing, war, pain or death.
It is a place of happiness and joy."

Annie gazed at Mrs Benson who had en expression of hopeless longing on her face.
Father was right, she realised suddenly.
Mrs Benson truly did want to learn about Christianity and the joy and hope it brings.

The telephone rang and Annie ran to answer it.
"Is that the Smith residence?" a male voice asked.
"Yes it is sir."
"Is Mrs Benson in?"
"She is. I'll call her for you."
"Please do. It's her son speaking. Thank you. Goodbye."
"It's a pleasure," Annie answered politely.

Annie went to call Mrs Benson.
"Your son William is on the line," she said.
At her words, a look of joy swept over Mrs Benson's face.
She went swiftly past Annie into the hall, where she snatched up the receiver and quavered, "Hello!"
"Shut the door won't you, Annie?" Mrs Smith requested.
Annie promptly obeyed.
What passed through the patient's mind as the two of them silently held hands, Annie could not guess.
But her own little heart was filled with sunshine on account of Mrs Benson's good fortune.
For surely William would not be telephoning his mother unless he had decided to bury the hatchet?

When Mrs Benson returned to the room, her face was radiant.
"William is going to become a Christian," she said.
"He and his fiancèe are attending the instructions together.
He will be received into the Church in a few months' time.
They intend to marry shortly afterwards.
And they have asked me to the wedding.
And now," Mrs Benson said, "I'll ring Father for you, Mary."

Ten minutes later the priest arrived.
He was putting a small white stole around his neck.
While waiting for him, Mrs Benson and Annie had laid a starched white cloth on the bedside table, on top of which they had placed a large candle on a candle holder, a small container with water, a small hand towel and another container filled with fresh wisps of cottonwool.

Annie knew that the ministry to those who are sick included the Anointing of the Sick.
This wonderful Sacrament is a means of grace provided by God by which He touches His people with His healing love and power.
These include the Scriptures, prayer, Holy Communion, the laying on of hands and anointing with chrism oil.
When this Sacrament is given, the Church works alongside the medical profession in continuing Jesus Christ's healing ministry.

The priest greeted the two women and the child, saying: "The peace of the Lord be with you."
"And also with you," Annie responded.
Father took out a flask of holy water, sprinkled some over Mrs Smith and then over the room, saying:
"Let this water call to mind your baptismal sharing in Christ's redeeming passion and resurrection."

Beautiful words of the Service of the Anointing of the Sick followed.
Annie and Mrs Benson left the room while Mrs Smith spoke to God with her confession, with Father Tom at her side.
Father Tom read from St James in the Scriptures, chapter 5 verse 14 ;
'Is anyone among you sick?
Let them call the elders of the Church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the Name of the Lord.'

Father Tom prayed: "Lord, through this holy anointing, comfort Mary Smith with Your Love and Mercy."
He continued praying for Mrs Smith.
Mrs Benson and Annie responded "Lord hear our prayer".
It was easy for them to follow the service of spiritual comfort as Father had given them a booklet with the Service and responses.

In silence Father Tom laid his hands on the head of Mrs Smith.
The lady had shut her eyes and looked serene and peaceful.
Father took up the oil he had brought, dipped his thumb in the special chrism and blessed Mrs Smith's forehead and hands.

Annie's eye fell on the tea tray Mrs Benson had brought in after she had first arrived.
Nobody had had a cup of tea or anything to eat, what with William's telephone call, Mrs Smith's request for Father Tom and Father's arrival.
Father started the prayer of Jesus, the 'Our Father'.
To Annie's surprise Mrs Benson joined in, although she faltered a little with the words.

Mrs Smith reverently received Holy Communion.
Father Tom then came over to Annie and gave her Communion too.
Annie knelt down and prayed, her eyes shut tight.
After a time of quiet prayer where Jesus' Presence could be felt with peace and comfort among them in the room, Father Tom concluded the Sacrament.

Father then left the house.
Annie stayed with Mrs Benson and Mrs Smith for another while.
Then she too slipped away.
She did not say goodbye.
Neither did Mrs Benson, while Mrs Smith appeared to have sunk into sleep.
Annie heard Mrs Benson lock the kitchen door as she herself went into her own garden and climbed up the mulberry tree, embracing the stem.
She realised that it would not be long before God would send for Mrs Smith to join Him in Heaven.

Annie never saw Mrs Smith again.
She died peacefully, shortly after midnight, on the fifteenth of August, the Feast of Our Lady's Assumption into Heaven.

During the funeral held three days later, Annie sat with Mrs Benson.
Father spoke of Mrs Smith.
"It was always Mary's desire to die in her own house.
One of you here present today made this possible, for which all of us who loved her are profoundly grateful."

Annie smiled up at Mrs Benson, and was surprised to see tears gush down her face.
She reached out to hold her hand and Mrs Benson laid her workworn hand in Annie's little one.
When the funeral was over, Father Tom went to enter his vehicle.
"One minute please, Father," Mrs Benson called and he paused.
"Pray for me for courage, Annie," she said as she walked towards Father, Annie close on her heels.

"Father, please, if it's all right with you, I'd like to be instructed in the Christian faith," she said.
"May I telephone you later this week?"
And when Father Tom smiled his approval, Annie' heart lifted.

Edited by Catherine Nicolette
Watercolour image by Catherine Nicolette

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Annie and the Seven Sacraments - Chapter Ten

Annie's Cousin is Confirmed

Peter, Uncle Hugh's son, was one of Annie's dearest cousins. He was a senior at the Brothers' school and this fact brought Annie a lot of prestige, especially among the older girls at the Convent.
Another reason why Annie felt particularly close to Peter was because he was Dad's godson.
He had been born and baptised before Dad and Mother started going out together but Mother was as fond of him as Dad was.

"Uncle Pat, you've got to be sponsor for my confirmation," Peter had said to Dad at the reception after the wedding of Aunt Theresa.
"I was getting worried in case you'd never ask," Dad had said, slapping his young nephew on the back.
A few weeks later, Peter came to visit the family on his bicycle to discuss Dad's duties for the big day.
Since then, Dad had already attended a few meetings for parents and sponsors of the confirmation candidates.
Peter himself had been going to confirmation classes ever since the beginning of the year.
Now, eight months later, his confirmation was nearly at hand.

"Is Father Tom going to confirm you?" Annie asked.
"No," said Peter, "the Bishop is coming over to do that."
"Why is that?"
"That's the way it's done, Annie," Dad explained.
"The Bishop is the usual Minister of Confirmation."

Peter, who was full of new knowledge about the Sacrament, explained to Annie how it was conferred, that the Bishop extended his hands over the candidates, praying that they might receive the Holy Spirit and that the anointing of the forehead with chrism in the form of a cross signified that the Christian who is confirmed must always be ready to profess the Christian faith openly and to practise it wisely and with devotion.

Dad was listening with interest.
"You're taking me back to my own confirmation," he said.
"I was only about seven or eight at the time and we didn't have much of a preparation course.
Tell me more about Confirmation."
"The anointing received during Confirmation gives strength to bear difficult times for the love of God," Peter said.
"And we are reminded by the Sacrament to be courageous and faithful witnesses to God in our lives."

That night in bed, Annie lay thinking about her cousin and the beautiful Sacrament so soon to be conferred on him.
It seemed to her a great privilege to be confirmed as a dedicated follower of Jesus Christ.

It always had, ever since their teacher had taught the class about Saint Tarcisius, the young boy, carrying the Sacred Host to Christians.
As the time went by and the ceremony came closer, Annie prayed frequently for her cousin.
When the day itself arrived, she took her place beside her father, in the pews behind the confirmation candidates.
Mother and the boys had gone to early Mass, because Trudy, who was becoming livelier every day, could not be trusted to keep still during so long a ceremony.

With fervour Annie joined in the entrance hymn, the words of which she knew off by heart.
The bishop looked splendid.
He was accompanied by Father Tom and another priest, Father Timothy, as well as lay ministers and several altar servers.
"Thou who art sevenfold in Thy Grace," the people were singing.
Annie knew what that meant.
Dad had explained that the words referred to the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit of God, which are wisdom, understanding, right judgment, courage, knowledge, reverence and the spirit of wonder and awe in God's Presence.

She looked at Peter, who was standing in the pew in front of them, praying earnestly.
Inspired by his example, she turned back to the altar and followed the proceedings with as much reverence and concentration as she could muster.

After a sermon by the Bishop, the candidates rose to be questioned.
They undertook to reject Satan and all his works and all his empty promises.
They renewed the vows taken on their behalf at their baptism and confirmed their belief in each of the twelve articles of the Creed.

Confirmation resembled baptism in many ways, Annie found, especially when the Bishop said:
"This is our faith.
This is the faith of the Church.
We are proud to profess it in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Shortly afterwards it was time for the candidates to come up one by one, accompanied by thier sponsors.
Annie stood aside to let Dad pass.
He was very much moved, she could see, and she pressed his hand as he stepped into the aisle to join Peter.

Though the bishop spoke in a low voice, Annie could clearly hear the words he said as he anointed her cousin by tracing a cross on his forehead after dipping his own right thumb into the chrism.
Peter had chosen a saint's name instead of using his own baptismal one.
He had read about St Michael the Archangel and developed a great devotion to him.
The Bishop said: "Michael, receive the seal of the gift of the Holy Spirit," and Peter responded: "Amen."
The Bishop then said: "Peace be with you."
"And with you," Peter replied.

As the people who had been confirmed returned to their seats, the organist played a beautiful voluntary.
After the ceremony, the intercessions were read out.
Then the Bishop prayed to God to grant that His Work begun at Pentecost might continue to grow in the hearts of all believers; after which Mass continued.

When the newly confirmed rose again, this time to receive Communion, Annie almost envied them.
They were now adult Christians, responsible for their own faith.
She too would one day be confirmed, having strengthened her baptismal promises in public and knowingly having chosen to be a disciple of Jesus and members of His Church.
Meanwhile Annie made up her mind to spend more time in prayer and to start performing small acts of kindness, healthy self-discipline and caring towards others, in order to show God how much she loved Him.

Guitarists broke into the rousing hymn: "God's Spirit is in my heart," as the newly confirmed filed out.
Family groups gathered everywhere around their own sons, daughters and other newly baptised.

Peter stood inside the circle of his relatives.
He was smiling broadly and posed cheerfully for all the photographs, but still there was a new air about him; a quiet determination Annie had not seen in him before.
"Good for you, Peter Michael," she said, shaking his hand with vigour.
"May you be a wonderful disciple of Jesus, now and always."

Peter squeezed his cousin's hand very tightly and said in a most serious way:
"Thanks, Annie, I certainly do intend to be a disciple of Jesus Christ.
I can think of nothing in this world more challenging and exciting."

And, as he made this calm and confident statement, the people around them fell silent and became thoughtful.

Edited by Catherine Nicolette
Watercolour image by Catherine Nicolette