Two Different Meetings

This morning I was invited into Class One in the village school. They are four, five and six year-olds, about twenty of them and this week are learning about bread via the story of The Little Red Hen. Yesterday they made bread themselves (well, not completely. When I asked if they got sticky they said the teacher did that bit! But they got to do the kneading themselves. “What did we do with the dough?” asked the teacher. “Weeding!” shouted Sam, aged five.)

I was there to tell them about Jesus and bread, so I told them the story of the Feeding of the Five Thousand and the Last Supper and linked them both with Communion. Then I gave them each a communion wafer. They were not overly impressed with the taste.

I love their enthusiam at that age. I talked about there not being much variety in food in the time of Jesus so bread was an important part of their diet. One little girl volunteered that her Mummy has a drink and chocolate every night!

The afternoon was entirely different. I had been invited to give a talk at the local Royal British Legion, Women’s Section. The British Legion is big in these villages and many of the ladies there (there were about twenty-two of them) were Land Girls in WW2.

They’d asked me to speak on ‘From physio to priest’ (yes, I used to be a physio in a previous incarnation) so I told my story, which they seemed to enjoy.

All makes a welcome change from funerals (one tomorrow) and PCCs (one last Monday which nearly left me without the will to live.)

This job is full of variety, which I guess is why I love it. On the whole.

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