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Messy Grandma of Twenty

Posted by Lucy Moore on 09 May 2013

Look at this story of growth and of God bringing new life and hope to a traditional service through the faithful ministry of the Messy Church team from Claudia Zinck-Gilroy. Happy sigh.

Hello there
Just wanted to dash off a quick note.

Messy Church is growing in the tiny village of Blandford in the Parish of Blandford, Nova Scotia, Canada.
We meet twice a month on Friday night. Another village has Messy Church on the alternate Friday night. This way, some of the parents who wish to do so can attend both Messy Churches in a month.

From Messy Church came a Parish Drama Club, which put on a play at Christmas and recently did a reading of the Lorax while the children acted out the scenes.
From Messy Church came Parish Garden, which started as a one night program to teach children to plant in recycled materials such as yogurt cups and fruit containers. It grew into a total of 2000 seeds in 800 pods, of which over 400 returned to church on Rogation Sunday to be given away.
Oh, and 1111 Acts of Green for Earth Day last year.

I couldn't have dreamed up that number if I tried.

From Messy Church came a new generation of servers, greeters, bell-ringers and readers.

Messy church often makes things to give away at Sunday church: newspaper flowers, fire starters and recently they made 175 plant pots to help with Planting Night April 19th.

Parish Youth Music starts this week or next. When one member brought a uke to Messy Church to accompany a song, it was discovered that many of the children are learning to play this instrument in school. Hence a music night begins.

To me, Messy Church is so important for an odd reason. The Sunday church people on council voiced they didn't want children in church and if they were there, then they SHOULD sit and be quiet. Rev. Marian started Messy Church as a place where kids can be kids running around, loud, and silly. That's what kids SHOULD be.

This Easter, servers returned to church after months of never having a child in church, but having them send their hand craft work to Sunday church as gifts, the council wanted the children back in church.

One child said to me, 'This is my first church service.' There she stood in her cleric black and white surplice, cross in hand, ready to lead the choir to the altar. She knew her duties after a five-minute practice, and had never been in a church building before but was in her second year in Messy Church. Eleven years old and never in church before. That tells how powerful Messy Church is.

I am so proud of the children and the young parents whi come along with them. Seldom is anyone 'dropped off'. They all come together to Messy Church.
My greatest joy: I am Grandma at Messy Church. After playing a role beside teen angel being the Grandma angel in a play, the children call me Grandma. I suddenly have an extra 20 grandchildren for a couple of hours on Friday night!

Messy Church involves everyone of all ages.

Thank you to the founders of Messy Church for making such a wonderful place to be.

(alias Grandma)
'Think on anything hard enough and you will find a way to do it.'