What Church Means To Me

What does Church mean to me? Well let me tell you. First is the ‘Body Of Christ’. The Body Of Christ is special. When you eat it God fills you with his spirit, you can’t see him, but you can feel his presence within you. When it reaches your mouth it refreshes your day, putting all the bad things behind and new things to happen!

Next is the ‘worshipping community’. People come to the Church for many things. People come to show their devotion to God, they come as a group to praise God. They show their praise by singing, they bless his ears with hymns and pray together as one. They have open arms for everyone, everyone is accepted into the Church!

Sophie

Silence rang around the class, I stayed put in my chair as the clock ticks and ticks. My old fragile teacher, with her white hairs growing out of her roots, Ms George, had just explained to us about some crazy decimals! My hair flew up to the sky, I was burning hot with all these layers on! Whispers begin to sound louder, my ears hurt. The class starts to shake aggressively, what’s happening, everyone screams, I get thrown to the floor, my head starts to hurt. Smells of dust make its way into my mouth, it’s hard for me to breathe. Ahh I scream out, a brick had just fallen on top of my arm. I can’t see: everything had just collapsed. Ms George had been right next to me, blood rushed out of her mouth, my visibility started to worsen. A shriek slowly comes out from her mouth. It starts to smell like burning wood, rumbles continue, screams echo in my ears, bits of bricks fill my mouth. I try to spit them out, I can’t, I can’t stop coughing. I was still on the ground. Adrenaline rushed through my body so quickly, I pushed the brick with my leg, it felt numb, I screamed like I was jumping off a cliff. I try to stand, why am I wet, I check my left arm there is a streak of blood from my elbow to my knuckles. Blood begun to drip down my fingers. It felt quite light, how many minutes had passed? Dust particles start to settle and I see my classmates’ bodies are under heaps of rumble. I can’t move, my body stays stiff, my body locked in place, “what’s happening,” I wonder? The rubble covers the class, I run out the class, my black shoes fly off as the brick holds on to it. The sky, why was it dark grey like a bomb had just exploded. Was the earthquake that bad? It was terrible. 

 

Hours pass by, I manage to arrive home. It doesn’t look the same! The house is in pieces, what used to be a 2 story house has turned into air. Wait, what happened to my sister and dad? They were in the house. The neighbour sees me in the distance, they lightly walk up to me. Their faces explain everything to me. I can’t believe it, my last time with her I had a fight, it was the stupidest fight, just over clothing. I roared at her, she desperately ran to her room, her face looked at me with disgust, and guilt took over me. They gave me the news I’d been dreading to hear. She didn’t make it, and neither did my dad. My dad wasn’t always there for me, he was always at work, he never wanted to spend time with his family. It still breaks my heart, even though he was at work, he would protect me, I never wanted his money, I just wanted his love! He just never gave it to me. Now what happened to mum? The neighbours stayed to help support me, the grief just took me over. I knelt down on the frosty damp concrete. Bawling my eyes out, all I wanted to do was cry! My mum, where could she be, she was in her office, could she still be alive or is she also dead? I see a car similar to my mum’s, a maroon car, could it be her? Impossible, she survived, happiness just fills my heart. Her hair curled up, marks on her face, her lipstick smeared, she looked dismay, does she know Dad and Jessica died? I don’t think she does? I don’t want her to hear what’s happened, but it’s for the best of her. Her car is damaged, dents and scratches are on the framework. She steps out, my face lights up, I don’t think about anything at this moment, I’m happy she’s still alive! Her tears stain my white long sleeve, I cry too. Neighbours came to surround us joining the hug, at last a hug that warms my heart. I love you Jessica and Dad, we all do. 

Christopher

Seven minutes after midnight, there was a dog lying in the grass in front of a tree outside Mrs Shears backyard. A gardeners fork standing up right through the dog’s body. Thoughts swarm my mind, who would do this, why would do they do this? I felt Wellington, he was warm. I picked him up, laying him in my hands. My emotions had taken over me. Mrs Shears came out the door running straight towards me screaming. I don’t like loud noises or too many questions. I dropped the dog covered my eyes rolling forward resting my forehead against the grass. It was cold and wet. Mrs Shears asked me if I had killed the dog. I replied “No I did not kill the dog”. She stared at her dog in shock, full fear in her eyes.

 

The police arrived. I liked the police, especially their numbers. I like what

 they do to help the earth. I had risen from the ground, stroking Wellington’s side. The police came next to me asking questions “What’s happened?” I replied with “The dogs dead.” “I know,” the police replied, “Have you killed the dog,” the police said. “No, I did not kill the dog!” The policeman had been asking many questions about the dog, my head was getting so filled, I couldn’t answer in time. I had just punched the policeman. I couldn’t control myself, I covered my ears, closed my eyes, rolled forward, hunching my back, pressing my forehead against the cold wet grass again. I lay there for a bit. 

 

The policeman grabbed my arm, he didn’t care! He pushed me to the floor, putting handcuffs on my back. “It hurts, I screamed.” “I don’t care,” the policeman yelled. He put me in the back of his car, my head banging on the black cold hard seat. The long car ride was quiet. When we arrived at the station, my dad came in screaming, “hey that’s my son!”  I stare at the man who took me in, he stares back at me. “Dad, he took me in.” My dads eyes fill with rage, the way he stares at the policeman still scares me to this day. He ran straight to the policeman. “Let my son go” he said with a deep low voice. The policeman grips my hand tighter. “Let him go NOW!” “Ouch” I shriek, the policeman turns around facing me, his hand lifts into the air, coming down and hitting me on my butt cheeks.

Baleen Whale

What is a Baleen Whale? Baleen Whales are also known as whalebone whales, also a marine mammal. Baleen Whales have a scientific name “Mysticeti”,  there are currently about 16 species of Baleen Whale. Baleen Whales belong to four different families named Balaenidea, Balaenopteridea, Eschrichtiidae and Cetotheriidae.

 

 The main difference between a Baleen whale and a whale is that they are a specific type of whale by having baleen teeth in their mouths, which they use for filter feeding. They can filter the water out of their mouths by either lunge feeding or skim feeding, how do you do that you may ask? Well Some baleen whales including the right whales skim the water’s surface to collect food on their baleen, other whales have evolved through lunge feeding, whales that lunge feed their mouths wide, then push their bodies through the water with great force, this movement drives a massive amount of water into their mouths, after they close their mouths the whale pushes the water out through its baleen, leaving the food behind. Baleen whales love to eat krill. 

 

Their diet changed since they were no longer hunting animals, these whales had no need for their teeths, so instead they grew bristles, called baleen, they use their baleen like a sieve to catch prey, also climate change.

 

Several baleen whales species have been found in New Zealand, with the Southern right whale (Tohara) and humpback whale being the most commonly seen. The other baleen whales like blue whales, Bryde’s whales and sei whales have been frequently seen in New Zealand waters though they may also be seen less frequently or further offshore.