Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Annie and the Seven Sacraments - Chapter Two



Annie and the Seven Sacraments

Chapter Two
Annie's Little Sister is born

"Five minutes later, Annie was telling Mrs Smith about her misgivings.
"Is it silly to baptise a baby, Mrs Smith?" she asked.
"Of course not, love.
Even Jesus of Nazareth allowed himself to be baptised."
"But Mrs Benson says a small baby has done no harm. So why should it need baptism?"
"Because the Bible tells us that Jesus said we need baptism to be saved. *
And He had Himself baptised to set us the example.
When we baptise our babies, we follow that example."

One of Mrs Smith's dogs had jumped on to Annie's knee.
As Annie pondered on this information, a knock came to the front door.
"That will be Father Tom," Mrs Smith said.
"He has come to collect the cakes from me because I can no longer drive my car.
Let's ask him about baptism."

She bustled out towards the front door and came back a minute later, followed by their kind old parish priest.

When Father Tom smiled at Annie, her last vestige of unhappiness left her.
"Why do people have to baptise their babies, Father?" she asked.
"I know why you're asking that!" Father Tom said, smiling more broadly than ever.
"I've just been visiting at the hospital.
I met your father, pacing up and down one of the corridors.
He told me your mother would be having the baby within the next hour, according to the doctor.
Yes, of course we have to baptise our babies."

Thoug Annie knew him to be a very busy man, he looked as if he had all the time in the world to spare for her as he lowered himself into one of Mrs Smith's chairs and accepted her offer of a cup of tea.

As they waited for Mrs Smith to return from the kitchen, Annie told Father Tom about Mrs Benson.
After she had finished, he was silent and thought for a minute, before saying,
 "I think I must explain to you about Mrs Benson, because you're going to meet many who think the way she does during your life.
Mrs Benson may have not been taught about God when she was growing up.
On the other hand, she may have lost her faith in God along the way.

"Faith is like a plant.
It needs care and attention, in order to survive.
Who knows what difficulties Mrs Benson may have had in her life, that have made her so sad?
It is important not to judge someone else, because we do not always understand the pain they experienced in the past to make them the way they are today.

Why don't we start praying for Mrs Benson and her son?
She is getting old now and may have to meet God very soon.
If she has never had faith in God and the wonderful eternal life to come, this may be a frightening thought for her.
She is getting the example of faith from your parents and if you start praying for her it is certain that God will always hear your loving concern and prayers for someone else, and grant blessings to that person."

Mrs Smith entered the room bearing a tray.
She poured tea for Father and cold drink for Annie and held the plate of fairy cakes out to them invitingly.
Annie took a blue one and a pink one; one for the new baby in case it was a boy and the other in case the little one would be a girl.
The adults laughed with her.
Then Mrs Smith took her knitting from behind the sofa and said: "I'd better finish this quickly. It's a jersey for your new baby. How this does take me back. It seems it was just the other day when I was knitting one in the very same pattern for you."

At any other time, this information would have intrigued Annie greatly.
Today, however, she was still thinking about Mrs Benson.
She asked: "If I'm praying for her, do I also have to believe all she tells me?"
"That depends on what she tells you," Father Tom answered.
"When she talks about religion you don't have to believe her, for she doesn't appear to know very much about it, but when she tells you to keep your room tidy you'd better believe her."
Laughing at his quip, Annie felt much cheered.
Then another thought struck her.
"Is Mrs Benson's son too old to be baptised now?" she asked.
"No he isn't.
If grownups asks for baptism, baptism will take away all sins they have ever committed, provided they are truly sorry for them. 
But they must know that through baptism they become members of the Christian Church and have to obey God's Law. 
Later on the grownups will also receive other sacraments."

That was a new word for Annie.
"What's a sacrament, Father?"
"A sacrament is an outward sign and effective instrument of God's grace and a person's faith.
The Christian Church has seven sacraments.
In addition to baptism there are six other sacraments; Holy Eucharist, Confirmation, Reconciliation, Anointing of the Sick, Holy Orders and Matrimony.
But you have to be baptised before you can receive any of the other sacraments."

Annie felt that the conversation was becoming too complicated for her.
Though it was nice that Father Tom did not feel the need to talk down to her the way adults often did, her head was starting to ache from concentration.
She was relieved, therefore, when Mrs Smith put in a question of her own.
"It there any special reason why parents give their children a saint's name at baptism, Father?"
"A lot of people no longer do, more's the pity.
The name of a saint is given in baptism so that the baptised person may imitate the saint's virtues and good deeds and be protected by the saint," Father Tom replied.
"I always advise parents who ask to have their babies baptised to at least give the babies the second name for their saint's name.
Now Annie here has been called after St Anne, our Lord's grandmother.
And Mrs Smith is called Mary, named after Mary of Nazareth herself. 
Aren't you the lucky one?"

Glancing down at his watch, he exclaimed: "Dear me. I must run!
Have you any further questions before I go back to the presbytery, Annie?"
"Why is baptism the first sacrament we receive?"
"Because it is the sacrament which gives our souls the new life of sanctifying grace."

A piercing scream was heard from outside.
"An-NEE! Where are you?"

Mrs Benson's powerful voice shattered the neighbourhood peace.
Dogs began to bark, fowls clucked and Bruno, one of the Smith dogs, ran for cover under the sofe.
"That's Mrs Benson," Annie sighed althoug there really was no need for her to state the obvious.
"Maybe she's heard from your mother," Mrs Smith suggested.

Annie's heart leaped.
"Here I am, Mrs Benson," she shouted, running out by way of the kitchen and almost missing her footing as she vaulted the fence separating her parents' home from that of Mrs Smith.

She barely recognised their old housekeeper, whose face was wreathed in smiles.
"Your father has phoned from the hospital.
Your mother has just had a little girl," Mrs Benson said.
"Yippee!" Annie shrieked, jumping for joy.
She sobered for an instant.
"Are you sure it isn't another little boy, Mrs Benson?"
The housekeeper laughed and for a brief moment she looked almost pretty.
"Yes, quite sure," she said drily.
"Your dad said to tell you her name is going to be Trudy, after your grandmother."

Father Tom and Mrs Smith were standing listening at the fence, smiling as broadly as though they too had just been blessed with a brand new baby sister.
As she went over to them and shook hands, Annie was struck by a thought.
"Is Trudy a saint's name, Father?" she asked anxiously.
"It certainly is," Father Tom assured her.
"You mean to tell me you have never heard of St Gertrude of Helfta who loved Jesus of Nazareth so much? She lived in the thirteenth century."

Mrs Benson's smile faded and she walked back to the kitchen looking thoroughly disgusted.
When Annie went back into the kitchen of her home, Mrs Benson's face was long again.
Annie took no notice.
This was going to be a day of joy and peace and no long face or nasty comment was going to be allowed to spoil it.

When Mrs Benson asked her what rubbish Father Tom had been talking, Annie pretended that she hadn't heard her properly.
She took her brothers over to the garden gate where they waited for Dad to come home.

As for Mrs Benson, she gave an audible sniff, followed by a sign, and went back to her never-ending polishing and cleaning, which she did with so much enthusiasm, though it never appeared to bring her any joy.



* The Bible, the evangelist Mark, Chapter 16, verse 16

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Annie and the Seven Sacraments - Chapter One


Annie and the Seven Sacraments

Chapter One
Annie and her family

Annie Duncan was sitting high up in her favourite hiding place, the old mulberry tree in the back garden.
Perched on a strong branch, her back resting comfortably against the massive tree trunk and completely hidden from view by the leaves, she attained a cosy, snug privacy here which was seldom to be found inside her own house.

Annie loved her home and her parents.
She also loved her little brothers, Jerry and Jimmy.
It was not always the easiest thing in the world to love Mrs Benson, their crusty old housekeeper, but Annie was working on it.
The dogs, cats and other pets Dad and her brothers were forever bringing home after picking them up abandoned in the streets and in need of care, made their own contribution to the noise and din inside.
Although she was only eight, Annie sometimes felt the need of a little peace, a quiet place where she might collect her thoughts and get them into order.

Today was one such day for today more than ever everything was topsy-turvy.
As she was on holiday from school, Annie had been able to escape from the noise and bother.
Chances were that her absence had gone unnoticed so far.
And so she sat, able to see the bigger part of her small hometown from her perch.

In the distance, the tower of the Church was clearly visible.
To the left of the church stood the convent, where Annie attended the third grade.
On the other side was the Brothers' school where Jimmy and Jerry were to go once they became old enough.
It had been Dad's school once, as the convent had been Mother's.
Her name, Monica Eckton, was painted high up on the board of honour.
Eckton had been Mother's surname until she had married Dad and become Mrs Monica Duncan.

Thinking about her mother, Annie yearningly turned her head into the direction of the Provincial Hospital.
It was that very hospital which was causing her so much heartache today.
Early in the morning she and her brothers had been roused from sleep by Mrs Benson.
"Up you get, lazybones," the housekeeper had grimly called as she pulled off Annie's blankets.
"Where's Mother?" Annie had asked, shocked out of sleep.
"She is in hospital."
"But why, Mrs Benson? Is she sick?"
"No, she is having a baby. And you'd better get up quickly.
If I've got to do all the work around here alone today, I'd better make an early start.
You use the bathroom first, then go and fetch your brothers."

It had been a miserable way to wake up.
Annie had called her brothers and explained the situation to them.
Dad was nowhere in sight.
He was with Mother, Mrs Benson had grimly said, adding: "Though what he wants there is more than I can understand."
Mrs Benson didn't like men, not even Dad, who was popular with most people.
She said that men were selfish, inconsiderate creatures.

"I was married for six years," she had once told Mother in Annie's hearing.
"Six years of plain, unadulterated hell.
As far as I'm concerned, no man in the world is worth worrying over."

Mother had lifted her eyebrows meaningly into Annie's direction and Mrs Benson had moved off, muttering dark things about men in general and her own husband in particular.
Mother had bitten her lip and returned to her cooking.
The house was too old and inconvenient for her to manage without assistance and so she had to put up with Mrs Benson as a result, but Annie could see it wasn't always easy for her.

Mrs Benson's dislike of Dad was cordially reciprocated.
On one occasion Annie had heard him plead with her mother to dismiss the housekeeper.
"How can I, Pat?" Mother had pleaded.
"I need Mrs Benson and she needs the money I pay her.
All she has is her old age pension and her subsidised municipal flat.
She has a son somewhere but he never comes next or near."
"I don't blame him," Dad replied.
"The question is: Is she so rude because he doesn't visit her or doesn't he visit her because she is so rude?"

Mother had sighed.
"Try as I may, I simply cannot keep this huge barracks clean without help," she said.
"Even when I clean day and night, the place still stays in a mess.
No sooner have I finished tidying one part of the house than Jimmy and Jerry start pulling it apart.
Yet one look from Mrs Benson's eyes and they behave impeccably.
And Pat, you must admit she really is a marvellous cleaner.
Your own mother says so and she's a stickler for perfection.
Besides, she isn't such a bad old soul really.
Underneath that grim exterior she hides a heart of gold."

"And a great job she does of it," Dad observed sourly.
Then he had gone into his bedroom to emerge a few minutes later, dressed in shorts, jogging shoes, T-shirt and peaked cap.
Dad was a marathon runner who practised daily, whatever the state of the weather.
Annie could foresee a good deal of energetic practising on his part for as long as Mrs Benson would sway the sceptre in the house.

The main trouble with Mrs Benson was that she did not seem to believe in God.
She never seemed to go to church or pray.
For Annie, this seemed very strange indeed.

Annie didn't like it when Mrs Benson spoke against her belief in God, neither did she believe her words.
She had only to compare her mother's serene face to Mrs Benson's grim one to realise that faith in God often brings happiness and joy, while criticism and contempt in matters of belief in God often bring unhappiness, anger and bitterness.

She only became worried that Mrs Benson said things that appeared to make sense, as she had done that morning.
It had been while the children were at breakfast.
The boys had been giggling and noisy.
Then Jerry had knocked a plate of porridge all over the table.

Mrs Benson had been furious.
"As soon as your mother has her baby, she will want to have it baptised," she said.
"But what harm has that little one ever done to anyone?
Every new baby has to be baptised, so that the child can grow in relationship with God, or so your mother has told me.
I just have to look at the two of you to know that it does no good.
All this baptising is for the birds.
I'm glad my son was never baptised."

The opening of the neighbour's back door roused Annie from her reverie.
Old Mrs Smith was one of her dearest friends.
A childless, elderly widow, she had instead a big family of animals.
Recently she had become ill and spent much time in hopsital.
One by one her animals had been given away to friends.
There were only a few left now.
Mrs Smith spent a lot of time each day feeding them and caring for them.

She was hanging the cage with the two budgies on one of the eaves as she did each morning when Annie, acting on impulse, lowered herself from the tree and climbed over the fence.

"Mrs Smith, Mother's gone into hospital to have the baby," she called out.
Her neighbour turned around a smile of delight on her kind and wrinkled face.
"That's wonderful! Come inside and let's say a prayer together for all to go off well.
Afterwards we can have tea.
I've been baking for the church bazaar and saved you some fairy cakes."

Story will be continued in Chapter Two







Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Annie and the Seven Sacraments



By Dr Luky Whittle

Dedicated to my mother,
Annie Nooij-Hogenhout,
with love

This book was published in 1988
to enable catechism teachers
to explain the Christian Seven Sacraments
to children in an easy way.
It is a story about a little girl,
Annie Duncan, her family,
and her Christian worship life -
The book is serialised in
thirteen chapters.
Enjoy!

Nihil Obstat
Thomas Heath OP
Authorised Examiner
4 January 1988

Imprimatur
J L Brenninkmijer OP
Bishop of Kroonstad
14 January 1988

INDEX

Chapter One - Annie and her family
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/03/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-one.html 
Chapter Two - Annie's little sister is born
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/03/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-two.html 
Chapter Three - Trudy's Baptism
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-three.html 
Chapter Four - Water of Baptism and the Light of Christ
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-four.html 
Chapter Five - Annie prepares for Reconciliation
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-five.html 
Chapter Six - Annie's first Reconciliation - Confession
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-six.html 
Chapter Seven - Jesus enters Annie's heart
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-seven.html 
Chapter Eight - Aunt Theresa's Wedding Day
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-eight.html 
Chapter Nine - William writes to his mother
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/04/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-nine.html 
Chapter Ten - Annie's cousin is confirmed
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/05/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter-ten.html 
Chapter Eleven - Mrs Smith prepares for her final journey
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/05/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter.html 
Chapter Twelve - Trudy has a birthday
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/05/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter_21.html 
Chapter Thirteen - Father Jim's ordination
http://childrenpraise.blogspot.ie/2013/05/annie-and-seven-sacraments-chapter_4260.html 

Image by Catherine Nicolette Whittle