Leaving assembly

Not just the leaving prayer this year but a whole 5 minutes.

Cue balloons.

You will need one modelling balloon, preferably a long one, and a pump.

Blow it up all the way taking about how we fill ourselves with information over the year.

Then let it go, (the children love this bit) and mention that we hope they don’t lose all they have learnt over the summer like the balloon lost its air.

Start again.  This time inflate to 3/4 and tie off.  The make the following bubbles whilst talking about all the different, unconnected things one might have learnt over the year / years.  one Tulip twist or 1″ bubble if you can’t do the tulip.  Two 1/2″ bubbles, five 1″ bubbles.  Twist after the two 1/2″ together before the last 1″, push the Tulip through the ring and set the flower.

If you have enough left, you should be able to make the petals.

Whilst doing this talk about all the different things we learn coming together into something wonderful and creative, rather than just a lot of air that blows away.  If we make the most of our school years, we can be whatever we aspire to be, creative, brilliant and clever, just like this flower. (or not if it goes wrong) Mustn’t worry that it might all seem a bit disjointed at the start, or at times we really don’t know where we are going there is always a creative and wonderful unique purpose for each person and, unlike the balloon, it gets better and better the more you discover…

Well, it worked anyway.

For better balloon twisting instructions google “flower balloon twisting”

Politely Protesting

The police were concerned that more than 500 protestors at a time might prove to be a ‘health and safety issue’

So we very politely and reverently laid the coffins of our climate at the feet of EON, who are planning a new Coal-Fired Power station, whilst committing to keep campaigning towards the Copenhagen meeting in December when we will find out if Britain has the balls to tackle climate issues properly.

Legacy of shame?

To be honest, my words were a little stronger than the title here this afternoon, however after mulling things over / steaming / ranting, it became obvious that the object of my frustration could not be truthfully a generalisation – therefore the following comments are (I would dearly wish to hope, but will probably be proved wrong), specific and localised.

I seem to visit a lot of people – funny that – but most are not regular church goers.  Those who profess to have a faith, are I find more often saying things like, ‘The vicar wouldn’t do this’  or ‘Me mam never went to Church after such and such an event.’  Families will talk happily of days spent singing in choirs or being involved some way or another in church activities, until some event.  The latest made me ashamed to belong to this institution.  The doors of our churches have been shut in the faces of too many people, the hurdles, hoops and obsticles that churchmen (they were all men in those days) put in front of people who were seeking God, a blessing or simply asking questions about meaning in their life were out of reach for many, making God seem distant and uninterested.

It is amazing that some still kept faith in such situations.

It is shameful on those who rejected them.   I just feel empty and sad for those who were denied, angry at those who felt it their place to judge and make choices for others.