When Piglet is Completely
Water Communion Service
Circular seating. Chalice in the Center. Kids allowed to come to the inside of the circle or sit on the stage in front. A set of risers (or a table) in the left corner of stage. Microphone by the chalice for the Storyteller and the Service Leader.
Water to splash on Pooh. Umbrella for Christopher Robin and Pooh to ride in. Several coffee cans with yellow paper on the outside that show, “Hunny.”
(Through leading the congregation in a process of rubbing, tapping and clapping
hands, we will all create the sound of rain falling. When we are finishing with
“rain” we start children’s song)
It rained and it rained and it rained... Piglet told himself that never in all of his years (and he must have been, goodness knows, three, or was it four by now?) -- never had he seen so much rain. Days and days and days of rain.
As he looked out his window he thought,
If only I had been in Pooh’s house, or Christopher Robin’s house, or Rabbit’s house when it began to rain, if only I had been in a place with people who cared about me. Then I should have company all this time. Instead I am here all alone... with nothing to do except wonder when it will stop.
And he imagined himself with Pooh, saying,
Did you ever see so much rain, Pooh?
...and Pooh saying,
...and Piglet saying,
I wonder how it is over Christopher Robin’s way...
It would have been wonderful to talk like this, and really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.
It is fun to travel and explore. But sometimes when we do, we run into floods and other great excitements. And then it is nice to have people, like we have here, to grab onto when it feels as though we have been cast out to sea.
May the flame of this chalice dance with adventure, further our vision, brighten our lives, warm our hearts and remind us we are amidst people who care.
HYMN 100 “I’ve Got Peace Like A River”
Good Morning. My name is [Service Leader] and today with [participants] we welcome you to the [congregation] on Water Communion Sunday. We have some announcements...
It’s a little anxious to be a very small animal entirely surrounded by water.
It went on raining, and every day the water got a little higher, until now it was nearly up to Piglet’s window... and still he hadn’t thought of anything he could do to stop it.
He thought to himself...
There’s Pooh. Now, Pooh hasn’t much brain, but he never comes to any harm. He does silly things and they turn out right. There’s owl. Owl hasn’t exactly got brain, but he knows things. He would know the right thing to do when surrounded by water. There’s rabbit. He hasn’t learned things in books, but he can always think of a clever plan. There’s Kanga. She isn’t clever, Kanga isn’t. But she would be so anxious about Roo that she would know a good thing to do without thinking about it. And then there’s Eeyore. And Eeyore is so miserable anyhow that he wouldn’t mind about this. But I wonder what Christopher Robin would do?
Sometimes it helps to have people around you. Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Sometimes it helps to sing...
HYMN 99 “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen”
What did Piglet do? Suddenly he remembered a story which Christopher Robin had told him about a man on a desert island who had written something in a bottle and thrown it in the sea; and Piglet thought that if he wrote something in a bottle and threw it in the water, perhaps somebody would find it. Then they’d read it. Then they’d come and pull him out of his house before he got to be a completely soggy Piglet!
He left the window and began to search his house, all of it that wasn’t under water, and at last he found a pencil and a small piece of dry paper, and a bottle with a cork to it. And he wrote on one side of the paper.
HELP! PIGLET! (ME)
IT’S ME PIGLET, HELP HELP.
Then he put the paper in the bottle, and he corked the bottle up as tightly as he could, and he leaned out of his window as far as he could lean without falling in, and he threw the bottle as far as he could throw -- splash! -- and in a little while it bobbed up again on the water; and he watched it floating slowly away in the distance, until his eyes ached with looking and sometimes he thought it was the bottle, and sometimes he thought it was just a ripple on the water which he was following, and then suddenly he knew that he would never see it again, and that he had done all that he could do to save himself.
And then Piglet did something that maybe you’ve done once or twice or even quite a few times. He began to pray.... a sort of hoping prayer... a frightened prayer... a water rising in my house and I can’t swim prayer. He prayed in earnest because there was nothing else for him to do. Let’s listen to Piglet’s prayer and then keep silence together so each of us can say a silent prayer of hoping for ourselves if we are in some kind of trouble or maybe for Piglet or a friend or someone else we know who is in trouble or afraid.
So now somebody else will have to do something, because I’ve done all I have in me to do. I hope they do it soon. Because if they don’t I shall have to swim, which I can’t, so I hope they do it soon. (Big Sigh). And I wish Pooh was here. It’s so much friendlier with two.
MUSIC FOR MEDITATION
CANDLES OF JOYS AND CONCERN
STORY PART III
When Pooh got home he was so tired that, in the middle of his supper he fell fast asleep in his chair, and slept and slept and slept. When the rain began Pooh was asleep. It rained, and it rained, and it rained. And he slept, and he slept and he slept. For he had had a tiring day.
(Pooh is in front of the table with a blanket over him, tossing and turning as Storyteller speaks)
Then suddenly Pooh was dreaming. He was not at the North Pole, or the South Pole, or the West Pole, but at the East Pole, and it was a very cold pole with the coldest sort of snow and ice all over it. He had found a beehive to sleep in, but there wasn’t room for his legs so he had left them outside. And Wild Woozles, such as inhabit the East Pole, cam and nibbled all the fur off his legs to make nests for their young. And the more they nibbled, the colder his legs got, until suddenly, he woke up!
POOH: (Very loud and sit up suddenly)
... and there he was sitting in his chair with his feet in the water, and water all around him! He paddled his way to the window where the water was pouring out of his house and looked out... There was water everywhere!!
This is serious. I must have an escape.
(Pooh puts the honey pot up and climbs to the top of the table)
Pooh took his largest pot of honey an escaped with it to a broad branch well above the water, and then he climbed down again and escaped with another pot... and when the whole escape was finished, there was Pooh sitting on his branch dangling his legs and there beside him, were ten pots of honey....
Two days later, there was Pooh sitting on his branch, dangling his legs and there, beside him, there were four pots of honey
(Pooh throws the empty honey pots away)
Three days later, there was Pooh, sitting on his branch, dangling his legs, and there, beside him, was one pot of honey...
(Pooh tosses the last pot of honey down and looks sad)
It was on the morning of the fourth day that Piglet’s bottle came floating past.
(Storyteller carries bottle along “bobbing” on the water so that Pooh can see it)
.... and with one loud cry of....
.... Pooh plunged into the water,
(Storyteller throws a small pail of water on Pooh)
seized the bottle and struggled back to his tree again.
Then Pooh had an idea and, I think, for a bear of very little brain it was a good idea, indeed. He said to himself....
So, he took his biggest jar and corked it up... and dropped it into the water... and jumped in after it. For a little while Pooh and his new boat were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on the top, and which was meant to be on the bottom. But after trying one or two different approaches, they settled down with the boat underneath and Pooh on top, paddling vigorously with his feet.
(Pooh paddles away off stage. On stage comes Christopher Robin holding his umbrella)
Meanwhile, in a different place in the forest, Christopher Robin sat outside of his house. Christopher Robin lived at the very top of the forest and so, no matter how much it rained the water couldn’t come up to his house. But it did do a pretty good job of surrounding him so that he could see that for the very first time in his life, he lived on an island because the water had crept up on all sides.
But as much as it was exciting, it was also sad, because no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t go visit anyone else in the forest. And he knew that some of them might be pretty unhappy with how much water there was. Some might be completely underwater. And he waited at the edge of the water and looked out as far as he could... and he wondered.
Christopher Robin waited in the rain and he thought about his friends. He missed them. It seemed like ages since they had been together, laughing. He wondered where they had been, what they had seen, what they had done. He wished that there was some way that they could be together again. Just like we all wish from time to time. Sometimes we are separated by distance. Sometimes by time. In the summer many of us go away to chase our dreams, or answer a call for help. But every fall most of us come back together again to pour our lives into the common concern of this community. This Sunday we hope you brought your water with you from the trips that you have taken. It is a way that we can all renew our connections to one another, to the places we’ve been and to the interdependent web of which we all are part. We invite you to come forward now to pour a drop of your water into the common chalice and as you do say your name and from where you collected your water.
UNISON BLESSING OF THE
WATERS (Congregation Stands)
As Christopher Robin waited at the edge of the water, he lifted the umbrella which he had pulled down over his eyes and what did he see but POOH!
Pooh!!! (They hug each other) How did you get here, Pooh?
But it’s from Piglet!
Isn’t there anything at all about Pooh in it? (Pooh looks over Christopher Robin’s shoulder) Oh.... Are those “P’s” “Piglets?” I thought they were “Poohs.”
Piglet is in trouble. We must rescue him at once! Now then, Pooh, where is your boat?
I ought to say that it isn’t just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it’s a boat, and sometimes it’s more of an accident. It all depends.
Depends on what?
Three of us, with Piglet.
And then, this bear, Pooh Bear, this wonderful amazing bear, said something so creatively clever, so thoroughly thoughtful, so unbearably brilliant, that Christopher Robin could only look at him with his eyes staring wide open, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had known and loved so long.
And after he had gotten over his amazement and his adoration, Christopher Robin saw that they might. He opened his umbrella and put it point downwards in the water. It floated but wobbled. Then they both got in and it wobbled a little less. And they set sail forthwith in a south-wester-wobbly direction. (Pooh and Christopher Robin and umbrella dance to the edge of the room) revolving gracefully as they made their way to rescue Piglet.
And you can imagine Piglet’s joy when at last the ship came in sight carrying his two best friends in the whole world.
Oh, they’re coming!!!! They’re coming!!!! I can see them at last. (Waves arms) Look!!! Look!!! I’m over here. OVER HERE!!!! Thank you!!!! Thank you for coming!!!
Piglet was grateful and so happy to know that he wasn’t alone. And that he wasn’t forgotten in his moment in need. We help one another in these same ways. By giving of our time, our experience, our talents and our money. We will now receive this morning’s offertory for the work of this church within and beyond our walls.
In later years, Piglet liked to think that he had been in
very great danger during the terrible flood, but the only danger he had really
been in was in the last half hour of his imprisonment when Owl (Owl flies over to Piglet), who had just
flown up, sat on a branch of his tree to comfort him, and told him a VERY long
story about an aunt Edna who had once laid a seagull’s egg by mistake, and the
story went one and one, rather like this sentence, until Piglet, who was listening
out of his window without much hope, went to sleep quietly and naturally, slipping
slowly out of the window towards the water below until he was only hanging on by
his toes, at which moment luckily a sudden loud squawk from Owl, which was really
part of the story, woke Piglet up (Owl flies
away) and just gave him time to jerk himself to safety and say...
Rain, Rain, Rain Song
Just as waters merge when poured into the same bowl, so to do
our lives when poured into the same community of concern.
This group of people, bringing
together their experiences of the past and their visions of the future, are our
present source of meaning.
Let us merge our lives and in so
doing, live more fully.