Tomorrow is children’s day at Epiphany – the children are leading us, as in “a little child” etc.
For me, poetry is timeless and ageless. The Prologue of St John might be a little obscure to the 6-year-old mind, but it is not impenetrable. So, given that the children will give most of the sermon, but might need some help summing it up, here, without the illustrations, is my children’s version of John 1:1-18 (I may or may not get around to expanding it/uploading the illustrations at a later date):
In the beginning was the Word.
(way back in the beginning, when the earth was without form, and empty, and there was darkness over deep waters – in that beginning was the Word)
In the beginning, the Word was with God. There was never a time that God remembered being without the Word, because the Word had been there since God began (which was forever ago), tickling the insides of God’s imagination.
Sometimes, the Word felt like cave drawings scratching on the insides of the Godhead.
Sometimes, the Word sounded like music. God called it, the music of the spheres, because it sang the planets into being.
Before the Word, there was nothing, not even time. But the time came for God to speak the Word.
There was something different about the light that day: the light was shining in the darkness, and the darkness chased it with shadows – but they couldn’t cover up the light, and the light shone them away, and a bright star shone in the sky and refused to stop.
Then God knew that it was time to say the Word.
So God took a big, deep God-breath (which is called ruah, or which we call the Holy Spirit) –
God took a big, deep God-breath, and God said
(very quietly, so as not to wake the baby),
– the end (and the beginning)