The Easter Swallows – assembly and toddler ideas!

By Vicki Howie

Two swallows were chattering in a quiet garden.

“It’s springtime!” sang Long-tail to his wife. “Shall we build a nest beside this empty cave?”

“Oh, yes!” said Short-tail. “We could have a nest full of baby swallows.”

Long-tail nodded his black head.

And they will have a wonderful view of the great city of Jerusalem! Come along, then! Let’s find some mud to build the nest.”

The two swallows soared up over the olive trees and down into a muddy field where two donkeys were tethered. Backwards and forwards they flew, carrying great globs of mud in their beaks.

As they worked, two men came to fetch the baby donkey.

“Where are you going, little donkey?” asked the swallows.

“To carry a great king into Jerusalem,” he brayed. “I’ve never given anyone a ride before.”

“Who is this king,” the swallows twittered. “Shall we go and see?”

The swallows flew to the city gate and joined a crowd of noisy sparrows in a leafy tree.

“Here comes Jesus, our gentle king!” shouted the people down below. “Look! He’s riding on a little donkey!”

“Hurry! Lets cover the dusty road with our cloaks!” called a man.

“But who is Jesus?” Short-tail asked the sparrows.

” Jesus is the Son of God!” they chirped. “He’s the one who takes care of all his creatures, even small birds like us!”

“Jesus made my sister well again,” said a boy.

“He told us a lovely story,” added some children who were waving palm branches.

The two swallows watched with bright eyes as Jesus rode towards them. And Short-tail was sure that Jesus smiled up at her.

The happy swallows returned to the quiet garden and set to work once more. As the days went by and the muddy nest grew bigger, the swallows listened eagerly to the other birds in the garden chattering about Jesus.

“He saved my life once,” sang a lark. “A fierce wind blew me over the stormy lake.But Jesus told the wind and the waves to calm down, and I found my way home again.”

“I saw him feed five thousand people with just two little loaves and five fish,” chirped a sparrow, “And there were plenty of crumbs left over for us birds.”

“All that work has made me hungry,” said Short-tail at last. “Let’s fly over the city walls to find some food.”

The hungry pair soon spotted some breadcrumbs on a window sill.

“Eat up!” said Long-tail to his wife. “You must keep up your strength!”

But Short-tail was peering through the window into the upstairs room.

“Look! It’s our friend Jesus! ” she cried happily. “He’s having some supper with his friends!”

Suddenly, one of the men with Jesus left the room and ran down the stone steps.

“That’s Judas,” said Long-tail. “Look at him frowning! I wonder what he’s going to do.”

It was getting late now, but the two swallows were worried about their friend Jesus. So they followed him into a garden called Gethsemane that was full of olive trees.

“Please stay awake and keep me company while I pray,” Jesus begged his friends, the disciples. But they were much too tired and they soon fell asleep.

“We’ll stay awake with Jesus, ” agreed the two birds. He seems lonely and afraid.

In the night, Judas brought some Roman soldiers stamping into the garden.

“Where’s Jesus?” they shouted. “The one who calls himself a king.”

“Here I am,” said Jesus. “But please don’t hurt my friends.”

The soldiers took hold of Jesus and marched him away.

Long-tail was angry.

“So that’s what Judas was doing,” he said. “I thought he was supposed to be Jesus’ friend.”

Early the next morning, the swallows found Jesus at the palace. A crowd of angry people were shouting, “Kill him! Take him away and put him on a cross!”

“Why do they want to kill Jesus?” asked Short-tail. “He hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“They don’t believe he is the Son of God,” explained Long-tail.

Then the soldiers made a crown out of thorny branches and put it on his head. At this, the swallows flew down to try to lift it off.

But a soldier waved his sword at them and frightened them away.

Long-tail took Short-tail back to the quiet garden.

“You were very brave!” he said proudly. “But now you must be braver still.”

Short-tail looked down the path.

The soldiers were making Jesus carry a heavy cross up the hill. He often slipped and fell.

“What are they going to do to Jesus?” she whispered.

“I’m afraid they are going to kill him,” said Long-tail.

That dreadful Friday, the soldiers put Jesus on a cross between two other crosses. They left him there to die. Then the afternoon sky turned black as night and the ground shook. The two swallows hid their heads under their wings.

“Please forgive them, Father,” Jesus prayed.

And then he died.

“Did you hear that?” asked Short-tail sorrowfully. Now they will know that Jesus was a good man.”

In the evening, one of Jesus’ friends came to put his body in the garden cave. Then he rolled a big stone in front of the cave to close it.

“Goodnight Mary Magdalen,” he called softly to a lady who was crying in the garden.

The two swallows sat beside the big stone feeling very gloomy.

“Don’t be sad!” said Long-tail, putting his head on one side.

“But my heart is broken!” said Short-tail. “Jesus is dead! Who will look after the birds now?”

As soon as the stars began to fade on Sunday morning, the swallows woke up and saw that the cave was open. The heavy stone was rolled to one side!

They fluttered inside the cave, but they were surprised to see that it was empty.

“Don’t worry!” said an angel with white feathery wings. “Jesus isn’t dead anymore. He’s alive!”

The puzzled swallows flew back into the garden. Suddenly it was full off sunshine. Flowers opened their petals and birds began to sing.

Mary Magdalen was there but she wasn’t crying anymore. She was smiling at someone.

“Look! It’s Jesus!” exclaimed Long-tail. “He’s alive! He’s alive!”

“Oh, Jesus, friend of all the birds, everybody’s friend and king, you are alive!” sang Short-tail. “No-one but the Son of God could come back to life again!”

And not long after that, Long-tail and Short-tail were the proud parents of four baby swallows, all opening their beaks for more food in their beautiful Easter nest!

THE END

(C) Vicki Howie

 

Assembly ideas

Eggs are given to friends and family at Easter to celebrate new life. When Jesus died on the cross for us, he gave us new life because he brought us back into a close friendship with God. He came back to show us that death is no longer the end since he opened the gates of heaven for us.

A pair of children could be building a nest during the story by weaving twigs, ivy and leaves together.

Before the story, talk about everything coming alive again in the garden at the moment. What have children seen? Have they heard birdsong? You could ask someone to play a whistle or flute.  The birds are busy now gathering materials for their nests. Has anyone seen them flying backwards and forwards with leaves and twigs? Does anyone know what a swallow looks like? They build their nests from mud (collected from lakes and rivers) – often under the eaves of buildings.  Here’s a story about two swallows who are building a nest in a rocky garden close to the city of Jerusalem . . .

For toddlers

You may need to shorten the story

Pick out some sensory objects to experience: listen to a toy flute birdsong, wave some spiky palm leaves, make clip-clop noises with empty yoghurts pots attached with string and knock the hollow ends together, feel some grey fur, taste some breadcrumbs, look at a wooden cross, feel a big smooth pebble, smell flowers, admire a toy butterfly, admire catkins or pussy willow, make cheeping noises for baby birds and open and shut hands as if they are beaks!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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