Friday 11 February 2011

So there I was...

...at our after school club, doing the storytelling session. We were telling the story of The Man who was paralysed, and his friends couldn't get into the house where Jesus was teaching so they made a hole in the roof and lowered him through.

I'd made the cardboard box house with a flat roof and steps up the side. All the children took turns to put a little wooden figure in the house to make it crowded. The paralysed man's two little wooden friends tried to get in, couldn't, and carried him up to the roof on his bed. So far, so good. The audience was most impressed as I took out the little cutting blade and made a hole in the roof. The children watched in awed silence. Nobody fidgeted. The two friends attached ropes (string) to the bed, lowered him down, and dropped him.

Oops. Halfway down, the poor chap tumbled off his blanket and fell on the floor. Oh, well, we all agreed that he'd come for healing anyway, so he was in the right place. He got up, rolled up his bed, thanked Jesus, and walked away. Or possibly ran, before anybody else could drop him through a hole in a roof.

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