Today Easter Worship at the First Church of God in Kendallville was led by the 25 or so kids and teens as they did 3 One Act plays under the title of ‘It’s Friday But Sunday’s Coming.’
My wife has been our ‘unpaid’ childrens’ pastor for most our eight and one-half years here. It is her passion and she does it well. Our Wednesday night kids’ ministry is now called Studio 7 and is focused on doing an annual Christmas and Easter play.
I believe that this congregation is very much an artistic one and I am trying to figure out how to tap into this artistic ability.
Well, about a week ago, my oldest son, took about 15 to 20 minutes and wrote a wonderful poem that two of his friends read this morning as part of the service. It appears below.
Then one of our fifth graders, who is very artistic, created the bulletin cover for this morning’s worship and I asked her and her mom’s permission to reproduce here. It appears below as well. (You may use the poem but please give credit to Jonathon, thank you.)
I am also reminded today that Jesus affirmed children and made it clear that taking care of them was vitally important.
IT’S FRIDAY, BUT SUNDAY’S COMING!
By Jonathon Kane
It started in the garden
I’m very sad to say
When his disciples lay down
And Jesus began to pray
Then the Romans and the betrayer came
The disciples woke up, all ashamed
Jesus was arrested, and taken away
His death was waiting for him the next day.
It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.
Early in the morning, he was taken to Pilate
Even though he was Christ, his face, the fear,
He couldn’t hide it.
A riot started up,
And Jesus’ fate was set
But don’t worry, it’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming yet.
So they nailed him to the cross
For everyone to see
People walked past and sneered
You’re Christ, save yourself and me
Darkness came as the light went out
Jesus, with his last breath, began to shout.
It is finished.
This brings tears to my eyes to say,
But don’t fret Sunday is on it’s way.
On Saturday in the valley, the only thing left was despair
People rarely ever left their home,
They didn’t really care
They thought Jesus was gone, dead forever
It was a pain they all shared.
Wait, please don’t weep,
We are nearing that special day of the week.
And then the day at last,
As Mary walked by, she let out a gasp,
The tomb was empty, but on its right.
There was a magnificent figure, all dressed in white.
She fell on her knees and cried
They’ve taken my Lord, last time I saw him
It was the tomb he was inside.
Then, the man dressed in white said, “Oh don’t be sad,
Your Lord is alive, tell your friends, be glad.
So she did just that,
And when they were together.
Peter cried out, what’s that over heather?
“It’s me, Jesus,” the glowing man said.
“Don’t worry, I’m alive, you’ve nothing to dread.”
Then, the clouds parted and a bright light shone down
“I must go, my friends, to sit by my Father,
and wear my own crown.”
He left them instructions to teach what He taught.
You think this story is done.
you are wrong, it is not.
It goes on today until Jesus comes back,
And if anyone listens, or anyone hears
Always remember, Friday happened,
But Sunday is here!
2009 Easter Bulletin Cover
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