It was the last day of the first term on April the second It was a lovely sunny day but it was also an important day especially for the year Seven and Eights. That day We were  preforming the stations of the cross. The stations of the cross is a set of 14 meditative scenes representing the final hours of Christ’s life. When the last bell for the end of lunch time rang I felt a little lump on my neck because of how nervous I was.

Mrs George came out of the staff room and told us to go to the library and get ready. I saw how many guesses there were and it made me even more nervous, But our teachers told us to don’t be scared  because Preforming for the stations of the cross is like a prayer.

We  Lined up at the car park where the staff room was Waiting for a signal to go to our places. When the narrator started the intro Mrs Bullot gave us the signal to go to our places, To be honest we kinda did really good. I felt proud to be preforming with not only my friends but with my classmates.It was so fun and I wish I could do it again.

Kind Regards

Theo

While other books in the bible tell  everything else about what  Jesus did day by day, John does something special. He picks out miracles like walking on water or turning water into wine and he calls them signs. The he shows how Jesus used those signs to teach people who really was, like when Jesus said  I am the light of of the world. John didn’t write the book just to tell an old history story but he wrote it like a helping hand to show kids and adults that Jesus loves them, so that anyone who reads it can believe in Him.

  St Francis of Assisi Was born in Italy in a wealthy family he was no older than 12-13. St Francis would always wear the finest silks because his father  Pietro Bernardone dei Moriconi was a cloth merchant. His mother Pica de Bourlemont was a noble women from Provence. Most of the time  St Francis was out partying Dreaming he will have glory on the battle field. He thought that fame and money was the secret to happiness. But after the war he spent time in a prison cell. He realized the his heart was empty all the gold in Italy couldn’t buy the peace he was looking for. One day he while he was  praying  in a crumbling old church called San Damiano. He felt like God was talking to his heart, he didn’t ask him to win the war. He told him to repair his House. At first he that God mean’t to just rebuild the walls of the church. So he started picking up rocks. Eventually he realized that he meant to build something bigger. he wanted me to help the people that had been lost and forgotten. 

Be brave and don’t be scared to believe in the Lord.

Malo Le Lei. I designed this car sticker so people driving behind me will be reminded of God’s love for us and to keep on believing even when things are tough.

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. 

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. 

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