Father's Day!

Father's are so special and they come in all shapes and sizes. No matter how they look, or sound they're special and we want to make sure they know it.

That's why, we have created this Father's Day Craft for you to try at home with your children. The great thing is that it's not too pricey and it can be detailed to each Father differently! Try it! 

Also, check out this SPECIAL ACTIVITY for Father's Day as well that you might be able to try! 

Check out this easy-to-do craft! All you need it a pot (you can even use an old one), some rocks (find some outside), hot glue, stencils, markers/paint, and some popsicle sticks!

Thank you for ALL that you do, Father's. We don't know where we would be about you. Thank you for the long hours you spend teaching your children about Jesus. Thank you for helping them

Encouraging Special People

These Joseph stories will help you understand what your Sabbath School lesson can mean for you today. Find the first stories about Joseph and Mac at www.primarytreasure.com. Click on “Stories!” and scroll down to read 40 or so stories that happened before this story. Be sure to always get permission from the adult you live with before going on the Internet.

Hannah Maria Estevez eyed the pile of brightly colored cards in Pastor Chuck’s hand. She wondered what he was going to have them do in Sabbath School today. Whatever it was, she wanted to have a pink card, she decided. Or maybe one of the sunshine yellow ones.

“Let’s go over to the table,” Pastor Chuck said. “We’re going to be doing some writing, and I think it will be easier to do it at the table.”

When all the boys and girls were settled, Pastor Chuck also sat down. He laid the stack of cards in front of him. “Does anyone know what our memory verse is this week? I haven’t taught it to you yet, but perhaps you looked ahead?” he asked.

Hannah had looked ahead. But she waited to see if anybody else was going to answer first. Finally she put her hand up. “ ‘Carry each other’s burdens,’ ” she said.

Pastor Chuck smiled. “Very good, Hannah!” he said. “Now does anyone have an idea what that verse means?”

“It means to be helpful to people,” Trevor said.

“Like if somebody falls down on the playground and gets hurt, you help them up and take them to the office to get a bandage,” Megan said.

“Good example,” Pastor Chuck said with a smile. 

“My dad says the best way we can help people is to pray for them,” Trevor put in. “And then sometimes God will give us ideas of other ways to help them.”

“That’s right!” Pastor Chuck agreed. “Just like God gave me an idea of how to help and encourage some special people who really need it,” he went on. “Do any of you know someone who is in jail?” he asked.

Nobody’s hand went up. 

“Well,” Pastor Chuck went on, “there are a lot of people in jails. And many times they feel completely forgotten by people on the outside.” He paused. “Do you know that the Bible tells us we should visit people who are in jail?” he asked. “Jesus tells us that if we visit people in prison, it is like we are visiting Him.”

“We can’t go to a jail! We’re just kids!” Joseph protested.

Pastor Chuck laughed. “I know,” he said. “So we’re going to do the next best thing.” He picked up his pile of cards. “We are going to write to some people in prison. We will encourage them with a postcard.”

“But I don’t even know anybody in prison!” Trevor exclaimed.

“That’s OK,” Pastor Chuck said. “I have a whole list of names right here.” He unfolded a piece of white paper and spread it flat on the table. 

“What do we say to somebody we don’t even know?” Hannah asked. Maybe she didn’t want a pink card after all.

“You could find an encouraging Bible verse and copy it on a card,” Pastor Chuck suggested. “We just want to remind these people that they have not been forgotten and that Jesus still loves them. Even if they are in jail.”

It was quiet in the Sabbath School room. Joseph opened his Bible to the middle. He wondered what an encouraging verse would be to someone in prison. His eyes moved down through the verses of Psalm 34. When he got to verse 4, he read, “I prayed to the Lord, and He answered me; He freed me from all my fears.” 

Joseph looked up. “I found a good verse!” he exclaimed. “I think it would be really scary to be in prison. I mean I would be scared! This verse says, ‘I prayed to the Lord, and He answered me; He freed me from all my fears.’ I could send that verse to a prisoner, couldn’t I?”

“I think it’s a perfect verse!” Pastor Chuck agreed. “Now write it on the back of one of the postcards. Sign the card, ‘Your friend at the Seventh-day Adventist Church.’* And then you can pick a name from my list here and copy the address on the front. Be very careful when you write the name and address. You have to get all the numbers just right, or the card won’t be delivered.”

Hannah reached for the stack of cards. She picked out a bright-pink one after all. Then she looked at the list of prisoner’s names. There were mostly men’s names on the paper, but two women’s names were at the end of the list. Hannah smiled. She just knew that a bright-pink card would cheer up a woman in prison. She was very careful as she copied the address on the front of the postcard. There were a bunch of numbers to get just right!

Hannah opened her Bible. If she couldn’t find a verse she liked, she could always use Joseph’s. His was a good one. But at least she would look for a little while. She began to read Psalm 20. Verse 1 was perfect! “May the Lord answer you when you are in trouble! May the God of Jacob protect you!” Hannah turned the postcard over and began to write carefully in her very best handwriting.

-Linda Porter Carlyle 

* Dear adult friends of children: It may go without saying, but I’m going to remind you anyhow: children’s names and/or addresses should never be attached to correspondence sent to prisoners. If you have a prison ministry at your church, see if you can get permission to take Our Little Friend® or Primary Treasure® into the prison. Prisoners have said they like to have them to read to their children when they visit.

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Happy Memorial Day!

"Memorial Day is not just a three day weekend. It's about paying tribute to all our fallen soldiers each year in May."

Ms. Erikka, the cartoon teacher in the video below, teaches us some really interesting facts about memorial day! This video was created from children but even adults can surely learn something new from it too! 

As we take an extra day off this weekend, let's remember to pray for the families of those people who have lost their loved ones on the line & let's remember to give thanks for the many opportunities we have in North America. 

Also, if you would like some ideas on what to do this memorial day, click on the box below for some ideas from our Special Day Calendar! 

Me, a Missionary?

Can anyone tell me what is a missionary?” Mrs. Thompson asked her Sabbath School class.

“It is someone who goes to another country and tells people about Jesus,” Kayla said.

“It is a person like my Aunt Pat. She is a nurse, and she goes where people are really poor and helps them,” Jeff said.

“I think a missionary is someone who teaches the Bible to people in faraway places,” Abby said.

“You are all right! Missionaries do all those things,” Mrs. Thompson said. “But couldn’t we be missionaries right here at home?”

“How?” Jeff asked.

“Well, it is a missionary’s job to tell people about Jesus. Can’t we find people in our own town who need to know about Jesus? Perhaps we could invite them to church.” She paused a moment. “Let’s see if each one of you can bring someone new to church, for our special program next week.”

When Kayla and Abby met at school on Monday, they talked about whom they might invite and how to do it.

“I’m going to ask the two kids next door,” Abby said.

Jeff caught up with them in the hall and asked, “What if you ask people and they say no?” 

“Make it fun. I will tell them we are having a special program and will have cookies afterward,” Abby said.

“That might work,” Jeff said. “But I think I will invite Bill from my math class to go on the campout our boys’ group is planning. He will see how much fun we have, and when I ask him to come to church, he will already know some of the boys. It won’t be in time for our special program, but I will still invite him to church.”

Kayla was silent. She had thought about who she could invite over the weekend. She wanted to find somebody to invite to church, but she couldn’t think of anyone. Her neighbors on both sides already attended church. The only one left was Mrs. Case, who lived across the street. Mrs. Case never waved or spoke to Kayla except to yell when Kayla’s cat ran into her yard. “Get your cat out of my flower beds!” she would say while shooing Kayla’s cat with her broom.

Kayla took her seat in class and got out her books.

“Have you decided who you will invite to church?” Abby asked.

“No, not yet,” Kayla said.

“How about the new girl, Mindy?”

Kayla heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Abby. I forgot about Mindy.” Now she would not have to speak to Mrs. Case. She had hated the idea of going over there because Mrs. Case didn’t seem any friendlier to people than to cats.

When Kayla asked Mindy at lunchtime, Mindy said, “Thanks for inviting me, Kayla. But someone else asked me this morning. I’m glad I will see you there, though.”

Kayla was right back to where she started. The problem was she was shy. She wasn’t good at talking to people she didn’t know. But she had to ask somebody. She approached a girl in a lower grade and introduced herself and asked her. The girl was friendly but said she had been invited by someone else too.

“Looks like you are being guided to Mrs. Case,” Mom said when Kayla told her about her problem after school.

“What do you mean, ‘guided’?” Kayla asked.

“Well, sometimes when I put off doing something and it keeps popping up, I think that maybe Jesus is telling me He really wants me to do the thing I keep putting off. Or sometimes I feel like Jesus is trying to stop me from doing something because He has something else in mind for me. That is how I married Dad, remember?”

Kayla smiled. She loved hearing the story of how her parents met. Mom had been engaged to another man, but the wedding was put off when he lost his job. Then it was put off again when Mom broke her ankle. Then one night when she was on her way to meet the man she was engaged to for dinner, she got a flat tire on the freeway. A nice young man had stopped and changed her tire. That young man was Kayla’s dad. “You know that I believe Jesus guided me to your dad.” Mom smiled.

“Then you think I should invite Mrs. Case to church?” Kayla asked.

“I admit she doesn’t seem very friendly,” Mom replied, “but maybe Jesus is asking you to invite her. At worst, she will just say no.” 

Kayla sighed. She put down the book she had been reading, breathed a silent prayer, and headed across the street. Mrs. Case was out in her yard, planting flowers. “Hello, Mrs. Case,” Kayla said, trying hard to smile her best smile.

Mrs. Case looked up. “Hello.”

“My Sabbath School class is having a special program next week,” Kayla explained. “I would like to have you come as my guest.”

Mrs. Case paused. “I will have to think about that.” She dug a hole with her trowel. “My husband and I used to go to church, but after he died and I moved here, I haven’t gone at all.” She put a plant in the flower bed and patted it firmly in place. “I hate going to new places where I don’t know anyone.”

Kayla blinked. Mrs. Case was shy too! “You will know my mom and dad,” she said. “And the people at our church are nice. Won’t you try it just one time?”

Mrs. Case put some plants in a small clay pot. “Thanks for asking me. Let me think it over. I will call you tomorrow.”

Kayla smiled. “I really hope you will come.” She started back toward her house.

“Wait,” Mrs. Case said. “I have so many of these petunia plants. Would you like to take some home to your mother?”

“Thank you,” Kayla said, taking the plants Mrs. Case held out. “Mom loves flowers.”

She hummed a tune as she walked back across the street. Maybe Mrs. Case wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe she was just lonely—and shy. Kayla knew how that felt.

She skipped a few steps. It felt good to be a missionary, even in your own neighborhood. 

-Marie Latta

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