What Church Means To Me

 

The Body of Christ As followers of Jesus we take the body of Christ every time we attend Mass.

The hands are positioned as shape of a cross, representing Jesus spreading his arms when he was nailed during the crucifixion. At the bottom  of the cross where the feet are  symbolizes the moment when the soldiers pierced the  nails through his feet, securing him to the wooden cross.

The map behind the cross is the map of Bethlehem symbolizing were Jesus was born. The map also represents when Joseph and Mary had to run away from King Herod because of his command to kill all male first born babies. 

Christopher’s Prospective

I, Christopher found Wellington mysteriously lying on the grass. I got closer realising a pitch fork had pierced through his body. I ran to his  lifeless body  hoping I could save him. It was 7 minutes before midnight. It was dark so there weren’t any witnesses. My heart was broken seeing one of my favourite animals dying in front of me. I didn’t know what to say or feel. Mrs Shears saw me and started screaming. I got scared so covered my ears, laid my forehead on the grass and  started growling. The last thing I saw was Mrs Shears in her purple pajamas with her pimpled face covered with a face mask. 

 

When the police came they looked very odd. One of them had a rip in her stockings on her right ankle and the other police had two leaves stuck on his left shoe. When they saw me they started throwing a  barrage of questions in my face. One of them started touching me. I felt very uncomfortable so I punched him. He got very angry and handcuffed me. He took me to the station. When we got there he kept asking me If I killed Wellington and I said, no. When he finished questioning me he left the room, I looked through the gaps of the door and I saw my dad. He kept complaining about them taking me to the station. The officers started asking my dad  questions. One of the questions they asked was  “why was your child  outside at midnight?” My dad answered “he likes to take a walk at midnight because it is silent.” I got very anxious because I like the police, but when they started asking personal questions I hated them. Accusing me and then getting my father involved.

 

I was very worried about my dad; he started sweating. I thought he was hot but when I looked at his face it showed anger. It looked like he was going to break  something. Finally they let us go. We were driving back home, I told my dad that I was going to find out who the killer was, but he said to just leave.  I said I wanted to find the killer. But when I said that he shouted very loud at me that I needed to just leave it so I stayed silent until we got home. 

My Lenten Backpack

In my Lenten backpack I have packed what I need for the next forty days. I am going to fast from Playing Fortnite. The coins and the hands with the heart cookies are for almsgiving for the poor. The Bible and the Cross stand for prayer and service.

Peter’s Perspective

 

 

 

Dear Diary,

People packing their things not knowing where to go. Trails of footsteps in the mud. People crying while the fire disappears into the distance as we walk.
 

People start to shiver with hope that they would make it to the next day. People praying and crying that other families got out. Little kids started to cover their faces not knowing what to do. I felt very scared. Voices echoing in my thoughts to go back.

I had no choice,I had to sleep on the ground. I feel very safe next to my dad.  When I hugged my dad I felt warm and safe but I was still paralyzed from the echo of the bombs.