FF – Mrs Mwanna and Jesus

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Mrs Mwanna and Jesus

Everyone’s eyes were red. Someone she didn’t know touched Daddy’s arm, then pulled away like he was fire. Melanie stared at a water bottle someone left on a pew.

Daddy was in the pulpit, talking. Melanie couldn’t hear him, her ears were stuffed with rabbit fur.

Mrs Mwanna was staring at Jesus and muttering, which was funny, because Mrs Mwanna didn’t believe. What was she saying to Him? Was she telling him off? Melanie wanted to tell him off too, but she didn’t want to be smited. She needed Jesus to be on her side right now. More than ever.

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Extroduction: For those who haven’t followed this blog since the dawn of time, Melanie is a recurring character. Melanie is around 8 years old. Her family attend a Christian church with a fire and brimstone priest. Mrs Mwanna is her wonderful, non-Christian neighbour. Her Mother has terminal cancer. Melanie’s story is one of her trying to reconcile her faith and the teachings of her church with the realities of her experiences. Where this particular clip fits in, is for your imagination to decide.

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29 responses to “FF – Mrs Mwanna and Jesus

  1. Dear Jen,

    I thought I recognized Mrs. Mwanna. I’d love to know what she’s saying, too. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. Fitting in religious faith with the reality of the last year must be a challenge for many.

  3. Jackie Lax

    Excellent Jen, very thought provoking! Jackie Lax

  4. I suspect he’s getting a lot of telling off right now! As I’m a fairly recent ‘convert’ to your blog, I wasn’t aware of Melanie, but I look forward to reading more about her in the future.

  5. None of us want to be smited. However, Jesus has his big-boy tunic on and has been told off before. From what I hear, he doesn’t hold a grudge.

  6. Well, good thing she at least has her ears stuffed for protection …

  7. When all a child hears is fire-and-brimstone preaching, it’s hard to make sense of who Christ is. Except that little Melanie knows that she needs him. “Let the little children come to me and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven” —- Couldn’t help but think of this.

    • What an important line. I have my opinions about this form of preaching and its impact on all souls, but especially the littlest ones

      • I remember vividly a drama enacted at a old friend’s church many, many years ago. Lots of dark sets, strobe lights, and characters being dragged off to a stagey hell with hysterics and screams. It was meant to awaken the unbelievers in the audience to what awaited them. But I think what it did was disgust adults and scare kids out of their wits. We took our small kids and left after the first five minutes, enjoyed ice cream on the way home, and laughed about the overacting.

  8. An engaging character, Melanie. Warrants further exploration. I spent some moments contemplating your use of the word ‘smited’ as opposed to ‘smitten’ or ‘smote’. An interesting interlude googling that. Nicely done.

  9. Love the child’s voice ‘ she didn’t want to be smited’!

  10. Thanks for the explanation–helped me figure it all out 🙂

  11. I imagine Mrs Mwanna is giving Him an earful for allowing Daddy to be so fire and brimstone 🙂

  12. The context you provided helped to understand the story a bit better. I doubt Mrs Mwanna is muttering to Jesus. She’s probably muttering to herself.

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