The book of Ezekiel is written in the genre of prophecy because its purpose was to deliver God’s messages of judgement and hope to the Israelites during their Babylonion exile.
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Dear Thomas,
I was cleaning out my attic when I stumbled across your letter stuffed in an old suitcase. The suitcase was my great grandfather’s, maybe you knew him? As I was reading your letter I could feel tears glistening in my eyes, your story made me realize how privileged we are today and that we should be more grateful for all the sacrifices you made so we could have all this freedom.
Life in 2026 is extremely different to what you’re used to. Kids now can go to school without the fear of coming home and hearing one of their fathers or brothers died in the war. Knowing this makes me feel so sorry for all the families whose lives were affected by this conflict.
Although time has passed, I believe the spirit of ANZAC continues to burn quietly in our world today, shown through bravery, support and sacrifice within our communities. Such as firefighters, health care workers or just simply showing up for each other.
You may not be here to witness it but your courage and perseverance have not been forgotten. They live in the way we continue to spread kindness and consideration for others. Whilst we may never fully understand what you went through, we carry yours and many others legacy with us in the freedoms we enjoy every day.
I thank you one last time for all the sacrifices you have made.
A couple weeks ago the seniors performed the Stations of the Cross to the school and a few parents. The stations of the cross represent the 14 steps leading up to Jesus’s Death. We do this every year to show other people Jesus’s sacrifices and how his actions are seen as an example of love. We believe that Jesus sacrificed himself for us to bring people closer to God – strengthening our relationships with him and a way for him to forgive us for our sins.
This year we did it a bit differently from last year. There were 3 readers each representing a different view on this story. Reader 1 was introducing each station, Reader 2 reflected on it, and lastly reader 3 was bringing it to how life is today. The different readers helped the audience understand this story more deeply because it showed the past and how it connects to the present.
Overall this was a wonderful experience, having the opportunity to perform this story was really meaningful.
Smiling to myself, I skip through these narrow alleyways. Soggy snow seeping into the bottom of my shoes, soaking into my socks. Taking a quick glance at the old dusty missing kid posters taped up against the shop walls, remorse washing over me as I think about the families who lost their child, clearly for a long time. My mittened fingers grazing against the brick walls as I get closer and closer to the chalkboard. Picking up the last piece of chalk before writing my name in the only space left. Right in the middle.
A burning sensation fills my nose when the cold air starts getting to me. My hands accidentally dropping the chalk, creating a loud clinking sound, making me suddenly look up into the glass. Taking a double glance when I see another reflection, not mine though, one behind me. Fascination washes over me when I start looking more carefully, realizing the figure looks a lot like me? Taking a step back, more interested in checking it out than writing my name. Turning around and rapidly walking towards the glass window. Aligning my mittened covered hand against the doll standing before me. My gaze drops downwards for a quick second, but when I look back up it’s gone? Striding towards the door, trying my best to open it but it feels like it’s jammed to the wall. Giving up, I start walking away. Halfway through walking I suddenly hear the door click open behind me. Excitement bubbles up in my stomach as I make my way back to the door. Pushing it more open to see better.
Freezing in place my eyes rake over the dozens of dolls dressed in faded clothes, with an urgent look on their faces, like telling me I should get out before it’s too late. Wandering in without invite as my intrigued thoughts consume my head. Stumbling on an emo looking doll, riding a toppled bike, I reach down to fix its stance so it’s upright. The second I do that it starts cycling towards the door like it’s trying to break free from a doll house. Ignoring it I look back up to see the doll from earlier has now switched places. Drawing closer to the doll’s new position, clambering my way up the couch to get a better reach. My hand slips from the doll as I stretch for it, it’s like a feeling of a presence pushing me back. Deciding to get rid of my mitten for better access, I bite it off with my teeth before letting it fall to the ground.
The sounds of that guy still knocking against the door fills my head, annoyance washing over my head. Stretching my arm upward, my fingertips just barely brushing the dolls nose before I feel myself being pulled in, completely consumed. The air around me changes as my body adjusts to fit the body of a doll. Looking around the room now makes me think back to all the signs, the missing kid posters, dozens of dolls with stressed looks and the guy trying to escape. All of a sudden another doll with luminous red hair shoots up from the ground, the same position my doll was in. Realization hits me, this place was designed to lure in little kids to trap them with no escape…and I was one of those kids.
A couple of weeks ago we went to the Due Drop Event Centre to learn how to tell stories through dance and movement. When we first arrived, the instructors took us outside to look at the Te Pou Kapua. They told us the story behind the people carved into the pou, which was really interesting. After that we went back inside and started with a short warm up where each instructor showed us a few dance movements. Even though it was only a warm up, I was surprisingly really tired afterwards!
We had a little break before three of the instructors, Maddie, Josie and Andre performed a dance for us. Their dance told the story of a blind lady named Matakerepo and the legend of Tāwhaki. It was really cool watching how they could tell such a powerful story just through their movements.After that we were split into three groups with one of the instructors and were able to create our own dances that would also tell a story! We got to add some of our own movements which made it way more funny. At the end we watched the rest of the group’s dances before saying thank you to the instructors that made this experience fun for us!
In the end I’m really grateful our school got this opportunity because it was an extremely fun experience and it was cool learning how dancing can actually tell a story.
The bitter smell of beer stuffs my nose as my son tries to sleep. I wish I could do better for him. I listened to the sound of kids mocking his dirty clothes and his raggedy hair. I can’t help but feel that he’s better off without me, that I should’ve listened to that social worker who offered him a place in a children’s home, where he would be able to grow up with people who can offer him everything he would need. The candle goes out and I reach into my pocket to find a lighter but discover nothing. I can’t even afford to keep a candle burning.
St Francis of Assisi was an Italian mystic, poet and Catholic Friar who founded the religious order of Franciscans. Before becoming a saint he used to be in the military fighting for his hometown, like a knight. He decided to give up his wealthy life to live simply. Throughout his life he preached the gospel and showed compassion for the poor and sick. He believed that every living thing was a gift from God and to treat it kindly. He taught us to be kind when life is difficult and listen with your heart. He chose to live and preach, peace not war.
Euphraise Barbier was the foundress of St Patricks School, Panmure.
I can relate Euphraise Barbier attitudes and qualities to my own life by being grateful for the things I have because not everyone is as privileged as I am.
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