Monday, November 30, 2015

Making Chocies

As part of their Communion of Saints Learning, Room 4 have been learning about choices.
They have learnt that if you consistently make a bad choice it becomes harder and harder to make good choices.  They've also learnt that no matter how many bad choices you've made if you ask forgiveness and truly make the effort to change and ask for help if you need it, that you don't have to be defined by your bad decisions and God will always forgive you if you mean it.  That is the whole point of the sacrifice Jesus made for us.







Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Room 3 learned about the major events in Mary's life through reading and discussing scripture.  Then we wrote another account of these events from Mary's perspective using skills that we have been practicing in our Writing throughout the year.  Here are some examples of our work:


My heart sinks as I see my own son fall to the ground. Closing my eyes, I can’t bear to see him suffer any longer. As he collapses again I feel a cold stream of bitter, salty tears drizzle quickly down my face. Seeing the muddy soil rush closer and closer towards my face, I collapse onto the rigid, dusty soil. This is the end. With tears still streaming down my face, I see my reflection in a small piece of glass” Please God help my son!’’ Thinking of the torture that my son has to face is agonising. ”Lord do not be far from him!’’ I say to myself as I worry for my suffering son. Watching him take his last few steps, the cross is positioned and my heart beats no longer, I breathe and once more cry. For my son has truly done great things. “This,” I say “This is the end.”

By Maia


The Annunciation

A bright yellow light flashed into my      
window. Closer and closer it came. Then all of a sudden a human like figure with a golden gown stood in the middle of my kitchen. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t run. So many thoughts were whizzing around my brain. Do I speak or scream? Talk or run? I wished and hoped God’s power would keep me safe. “ I am an angel from Heaven. God has chosen you to be the mother of his child. You must call him Jesus.” I heard her gentle voice say. I prayed that God would tell me what to say. She’s waiting . I can tell by the way she’s moving, bouncing from foot to foot. ’I will do it!” I   announce  not thinking. The light vanishes and I blink a couple of times, wondering if it was a dream. It was not. All is normal. But life will change for ever. I could smell danger. I still can. But I have faith in God that he will keep me safe.
By Cameron

Today was the day, he is dead on a red, stained cross. I believe it was Judas and his ‘gang’ who condemned him to death. It all started when he was talking to God; Judas came, bent down and put his lips on his cheek, he knew and I knew, he was going to die. Then he had to carry his cross to Calvary. I watched him struggle under the weight of his own cross on his back. Two people came to help, Veronica and Simon. Veronica wiped his face as he was so sweaty and Simon ran from the crowd as Jesus lay in the dust. I heard the sound of    fabric ripping deafen my ears as his clothes were torn off by the men in uniform. He also had a crown of thorns shoved onto his head, I think they were mocking him as a king. I could see the     agony in his face. The blood was dripping down his arm from the nails embedded in his palms and ankles.
Three hours later he was dead.

By Bella

The Crucifixion

My heart aches. My son is crouched carrying a big wooden cross on his small, long back. I hear people screaming in anger. It is terrible to watch. He is hot and sweating, he is broken and bleeding. I see him trip and fall. A leather whip strikes across his back, he cries out in pain. Finally, he reaches the top of the hill. My son is scarred, bruised and cut. ‘BANG, BANG,BANG!’ The soldiers bash nails through my son’s wrists. I am horrified. My son has been crucified. I feel the long green grass tingle on my feet, I am standing there speechless. I don’t know what to do or say. I’m just standing there looking at my much loved son, nailed to a hard, heavy, wooden cross. I pray and believe in God’s will that my special son will be able to speak and breathe again. After three hours of agony. He takes his last breath and says, “Father in your hands I place my spirit.” And then, my son dies.

By Baxter.

 The Boy Jesus

“Jesus, Jesus where are you?”  Those were the words that were racing through my head as I panicked down the dusty road. Dear God, can you please give my son back into my arms. Joseph and I were bursting with nervous thoughts.  “Will we find him?” Where could he be?”  We searched shops and churches but there was still no luck .  I felt the dust climbing up my body and sweat dripping down my face. I listen as the church bells ring as we keep on walking.  I watch as the donkeys run across the road, the smell of nearby fruit trees drift up my nose. I believed that I would find my son, because of my love for God, I know we will find him. We reached the safety of the temples tall walls and searched through God’s place.  And there I found him on his knees praying to God. I wrapped him tightly in my arms and instantly felt happy.
I hoped to never let him out of my sight again. 
 ByAnnie        

I was following Jesus, just watching him carry the humongous cross, screaming inside in agony. It was horrifying to watch. I was walking up the steep hill behind my son, my son! My son who has been beat up, my son! He finally reaches the top, battered and bruised, whipped and punched. He fell onto the hard grassy, gravely ground like he was dead, and just lay there. The men whipped him. I wish that this    never happened! He finally lifted     himself up and stumbled over to the cross, he lay down and his hands were nailed to the cross with sharp, metal nails. His painful screams filled the air. They picked up the cross with him nailed to it and pushed it into a hole in the ground. And they were done. He was hanging there, I’m going to lose him!  I prayed to God that his life in Heaven would be good. I stayed there just watching him. The guards all went. I was the only one there, and finally He left me. ‘Goodbye Jesus my son.’ It was the saddest moment of my life.

By Lachlan

Pentecost

As soon as Jesus died I felt lonely with no child, but I prayed I would be ok with the disciples as friends. “You’ll be ok.”  They keep telling me and I believe I will be. I believed Jesus would come back and see me one day, but he didn’t, instead he sent a large gust of wind and fire. The Holy Spirit was his gift to us. I backed up to the wall when I saw the fire dancing in flames on our heads. But because of my love for God I knew I would be ok. My eyes started to water when the smoke drifted up my nose. I could see the disciples were scared so I told them “It’s ok, Jesus has sent down the Holy Spirit to comfort us  and give us     courage to spread the word.” I know this because I have belief in God.

By Kieran

The Visitation

I trudge drearily along the dusty, gravel road. The bright yellow sun beats me down. On the way, I pray that Elizabeth, my cousin will be there. I see a small, black square in the distance. This might be Elizabeth’s house! The bluebirds are Singing gladly under the shade of the trees. Under a leafy tree, I rest and take a sip of water. Then I set off again. I believe that I would get there in time for dinner. The small square in the distance is getting bigger. I feel my sandals cracking in the hot sun. Because of my love for God, I say his prayer as I trek along. Some time later, I knock at Elizabeth’s door. ‘Mary come in’,  Elizabeth exclaims!

By Lily-Ana

The Crucifixion

Today I prayed for Jesus as he was stripped of his clothes by the soldiers. They whipped his body. It was horrifying. They pushed a crown of thorns hard onto his head. The soldiers forced him to carry the cross. He was exhausted and fell for the first time. My heart ached as the soldiers pushed him on. He made his way to the top of Calvary hill.  Jesus lay on his cross. The soldiers tied their ropes onto Jesus’ arms and he was nailed to the cross. Blood flowed from his body.  Then, he was dead. I don’t know what to do or say. I  just stood there looking up at my much loved son, Jesus. Dead. Crucified. But, I hope, I know that Jesus, my son will come again.


By John

The boy Jesus

I was walking down the dusty road, I turned around and Jesus was gone. Where is he?’’ goose bumps cover my arms. I run from shop to market but I still can’t find him. “Jesus!” I called but I still can’t find him. I start to shake, I have to find him. In my head I pray that I will find him soon. Where is my son? For Jesus, I push myself on. What about the temple? I run to the temple and wrench the shiny and golden door with a screech. Jesus is  sitting on a seat listening to the priests. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. ’’What are you doing here?” I ask. I'm in my fathers temple,’’ he replies.  

By Ellie




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          






Tuesday, September 1, 2015

God Strand: Room 3 Similes: God Is Like...

God is like the sea.  It flows forever just like God forever flows within us.
bodymindheartspirit.ning.com labeled for reuse
By Maia and Katie

God is like the wind, you can’t see it but you know it is there, You can’t see God but you know He is there.
By Maia and Katie

God is like a friend that we see, hear and love every day.

By Emerson

God is like the air around you, you can’t see Him but you know He’s there.

Kieran and Nicholas

God is like clean water, you need him every day.

By Bryn

God is like the wind, powerful but gentle. 
God is like water you can see through it, but it’s still   powerful.
God is like our loving Father, He’s helpful and kind.
 By Isaac, Baxter and John.








Room 3 Last Supper Writing

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_Supper, labeled for resuse
As I chatted to the person next to me, the room went silent. I saw Jesus slowly stand up. He moved his arm towards the warm bread and a breath taking smell came under my nose. “This is my body,” he said loudly and he passed warm bread around.  Soon it was my turn, the bread tasted sweet like a bundle of hay all scratchy and sharp. ‘When my children grow up I’ll tell them about this,’ I thought.  Jesus was still standing, he picked up a chalice.  “This is my body,” he said loudly and he passed  it around.  The wine tasted tangy and went down my throat slowly. I felt as though I was being filled with love, but I also felt confused because I don’t know what Jesus is talking about.

By Charlotte            


I was just chatting to my friends beside me, when  Jesus suddenly stood up and the room went soundless. Jesus picked up the bread, the mouth watering smell drifted to my nose. His voice BOOMED as he said,  “This is my body which has been given up for you.’’ He passed the bread around to everybody. We ate the  bread together. He picked up a shiny silver cup, Jesus took a mouthful and said,  “This is my blood which has been poured out for you,’’ then he passed the silver cup to me. I took a sip and passed it to the person next to me. The cup  was very cold. When it got back to Jesus we sat down and people started talking again.  I feel so confused, why is he doing this?   

By Katie

I sit down on the hard, rough cushion next to Peter and John and I start to talk with them.  Suddenly, Jesus stood up beside me, I don’t know what he’s doing.  He started to hand around snow-white  bread with a cross on it. I smell it drift into my  nose. Finally it reaches me.  The bowl is warm from people’s warm sweaty hands. I chuck it in my mouth, I chew, chew and swallow.  It kind of tastes different, it must be because it has been blessed. Jesus starts talk to everybody, his voice booms and echoes around the room. He stands up again. What's he doing? I ask myself.  ‘Take this all of you and drink it, this is my blood which will be given up for you.’  I ask John what’s going on, “I don’t know,’ came his reply.  Jesus hands the wine around, it comes closer and closer until it finally reaches me. I take a sip, a fresh red liquid whooshes down my throat like a waterfall. I hand the cold, metal chalice over to Peter,  I wonder what will happen next…

By Cooper

Chattering is all around me when suddenly the room falls quiet Jesus stands up and exclaims, “ Take this all of you and eat it this is my body.” I could smell delicious bread as he broke it and passed to me. “ What does he mean?’’ whispered a disciple.  Jesus spoke again, “Take this all of you and drink of it for this is my blood given up for you,” he then passes a silver chalice around the table.  It feels warm in my hands.  I take a sip, it tastes delicious and suddenly makes me feel happy.  I pass the chalice on to John but, I feel confused, what is going on? 

By Bryn

People deep in conversation suddenly fell silent. Others looking down at their plates silently raised their heads. The echoes that were once buzzing around the room had stopped. Lingering around the room was the smell of food and drinks. Then Jesus stood and spoke ,“Take this all of you and drink of it for this is my blood.” I looked on in wonder while he held high in the air a metal cup. I felt nervous not knowing what was to happen next. Jesus then asked for the cup to be passed around the table. What felt like 5 seconds had passed before it was my turn. The cold metal traveled further and    further up towards my mouth and then … I took a sip. Not really knowing what to expect I passed the cup and gulped down the bitter, cold, sour mouthful. The room was once more silent what will happen next?
By Maia

I sat down on the chair as quietly as can be. Suddenly the room fell silent and Jesus started talking. His voice echoed around the room, it felt like we were in a cave. He simply broke some bread and passed it around.  He gave some to me, it smelt good and I suddenly felt so very special.  Jesus picked up a wine chalice and said, ‘Eat and drink this all of you because this is my body and blood.’ I took a sip hoping it would taste good, it tasted delicious. I picked up the bread and broke it in half. It was savoury and sweet. Even though I’m worried that something bad is coming the bread and wine has made me feel happy and excited.

 By Lachlan







Thursday, August 13, 2015

Children's work in Sacrament

SOME OF OUR LEARNING IN SACRAMENT

This is an example of some of the things we have been learning about in Sacrament.  The children love to talk about what they're doing and these pictures taken from the classroom walls may be a good opportunity to start a conversation about what your child has learnt about Sacrament.

Room 2 have been learning about holiness and holy things as a preliminary to help them to understand that when ordinary things become a symbol for God, they can be holy.  Their morning prayer circle is a holy thing.



Room 1 have been learning about Baptism.  


The candle is one of the symbols of Baptism
 
Room 3 have been learning about all seven Sacraments, in particular Confirmation and the other Sacraments of initiation - Baptism and Eucharist.  Here is some of the work hanging on their wall.










Room 4 are using their grit and determination in some extended artwork to illustrate the seven Sacraments.











Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Haere Mai
Welcome to our new Religious Education Blog



Over the next two years this blog will be under development as a resource for staff and parents in the teaching of Religious Education.

The parent pages will have explanations of the key ideas your children are learning about in RE and some ideas for question starters to open conversation at home.  This front page will have examples of work done in RE.  Even if its not your child's work, your child will be able to comment on it and explain it.

Starting next term with the Sacrament strand, staff will unpack the key theological ideas behind each strand.  We will define 3-4 key ideas that we will teach throughout the school and use the curriculum content-knowledge, prayer and ritual opportunities to help to grow the children's understanding.

For example this morning five year olds told me:
Jesus is God's Son, He died on the cross, He came back alive again, I'm glad he came back alive.

Twelve year olds told me: 
He is Christ, that means holy, sacred, sinless.

There's a noticeable development of understanding - the older children are talking about the same thing but they're looking more deeply into the meaning.

Faith is a mystery.  Our religion touches things we cannot fully understand and yet we can understand them to some extent, in different ways, at different times in life, for different purposes.

This is what we hope to inspire with our Religious Education program - a deep and mysterious appreciation for the mystery of Faith and a grounded and growing understanding of the content of our Faith.  Our hope is that children will come to know and love God because:


"God has made us for Himself and our heart is restless until it finds rest in God," St Augustine.