Beautiful stories and poems about baptism

Poems for Baptism: Excerpt from “The Book of Times”

“Wherever your path in life will take you, one is already there;
he is on this side and beyond
all walls and all borders, all degrees of longitude and latitude.
However we divide the world, He is in every part.
He is in the north and in the south, in the east and in the west,
he is in the sunshine and in the night.

He is with you in the deepest snow, in the heaviest rain,
on the vast sea, on the highest mountain,
he is with you everywhere.
He himself is the day, he is the night, no date can stop him,
with him you jump over all borders,
cross all valleys, surpass all heights.
He is with you until the end of time.
He your God.”

Retelling from “The Little Prince”

Once upon a time there was a little prince on a distant planet. This planet was very small, no bigger than our church here. The little prince lived there alone. Well, not all alone, because there grew a rose, a single rose.

The prince loved his rose more than anything. When she was sad, he comforted her; when the wind blew against the flower, he clasped it in his hands; if a caterpillar wanted to gnaw on the leaves, he put a protective glass over them.

One day the prince had to leave his rose alone for a short time because he flew to earth. He landed in the middle of a rose field. He saw the many roses and became very sad. “I thought there was only one rose in the whole universe,” he said, “my rose. I thought she was something special. But there are so many, and they are all equally beautiful. I don’t even know anymore why I love my rose.”

At that moment a fox appeared. “Who are you?” said the little prince. “I am a fox,” said the fox. “Come play with me,” suggested the little prince. “I can’t play with you,” said the fox, “I’m not tamed yet! To tame means to familiarize oneself. I’m still just a fox to you, but if you tame me, I’ll be unique to you.”

So the little prince got acquainted with the fox. They stayed together for a while. When it was time to say goodbye, the fox said, “Go look at the roses again. You will understand that yours is the only one.”

The little prince went to the roses. Then he noticed! “You’re not like my rose at all,” he told them. You are like my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I made him my friend and now he’s the only one in the world. You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he added. “I watered my rose. I put her under the glass case, protected her, freed her from caterpillars. I have heard them complain and praise and sometimes remain silent. This is my rose; she’s the only one.”

The little prince came back to the fox. “Now you will understand the secret,” said the fox, “that I am giving you; it is very simple: it is only with the heart that one can see clearly; everything essential is invisible to the eye.” The little prince repeated, to remember: “Everything essential is invisible to the eye.”

“And there’s something else,” said the fox, “people have forgotten this truth, but you must never forget: You are responsible throughout your life for what you have made familiar. You are responsible for your rose.” “I am responsible for my rose,” the prince repeated, to remember.”

The secret of happy children

People seeking advice came daily to the old monk who patiently listened to people’s concerns up in the monastery. He gave strange answers to their questions and never specific advice. Nevertheless, they kept coming, some from far away.

“What can I do to make my child happy?” a mother called out to him. “Is there a secret to happy children?” added a father. Rarely has the unrest been as great as with these questions. “Hear!” cried the monk, “hear the clapping of my hands!” With a loud bang he clapped his palms together. “And now,” he cried, “now hear that hand clapping!” He held up a hand. It was quiet and everyone listened intently.

“If you have a child,” he whispered into the silence, “it will be happy, but if you don’t have one, you will lose it and sadness will come into your house. That is the secret!”

A woman quietly repeated these phrases to understand: “If I have a child, it will be happy, if I don’t have one, I will lose it, and sadness will come into my house.” It took a while for a woman in the silence said: “Yesterday, when I lay on the floor with my child and we dreamed together, I felt more intensely than ever that I have a child; we were so close.”

“When we watch the sunset together,” one father began, “when I sit by his bed in the evening and we look back on the day,” added a second, “when I laugh with him or when I understand the reason for his sadness and it hold me tight,” added one mother, “whenever I do, I know I have a child.”

“Whenever,” said a father thoughtfully, “when I don’t have time to celebrate his successes with him, to hear his worries, to share his enthusiasm, I always notice that I’m losing my child more and more.” We talked to each other for a long time that day.

Retelling of Oscar Wilde’s The Selfish Giant

There was a beautiful garden. However, it belonged to a giant. Luckily he hadn’t been home for a long time. Nobody had seen him for the past seven years. So the children could play in the garden. They were there every day after school.

But one day the giant suddenly appeared in the garden. “What are you doing here?” he yelled. The children fled and did not dare to go back. The giant built a wall around his garden, and he put up a sign that read: “Entering this property without permission is prohibited and will be punished!” He was a very selfish giant.

Spring came. It was winter in the garden of the selfish giant. Once a beautiful flower stuck the flower-head out of the snow; but when she saw the sign, she disappeared again. It was summer. It was winter in the giant’s garden. Autumn came. Hail, frost and snow continued to rage in the giant’s garden. The giant just stayed sad in his bed.

One morning he heard wonderful music playing through his window. It was a little bird singing in the garden. The giant got out of bed, looked out the window. Spring had come. As the?

He saw children in the garden. They had crawled in through a hole in the wall. They brought spring with them. “What a beautiful sight,” whispered the giant, touched.

But there, in a corner of the garden, the bitterly cold winter still reigned. The giant saw a sad boy trying in vain to climb a tree. He was too small and was crying. “Now I know why spring never came,” the giant said to himself. He went down and took the little boy in his hand and put him on the tree.

At the same moment the tree began to blossom and the birds sang. The boy spread his arms and kissed the giant. Spring had come.

Story of the candle that wouldn’t burn

Ten-year-old Kai lived alone with his mother. One day he came home from school excited: “Look mum, what I found in the garbage, this beautiful candle!”

Indeed, the candle was big and beautiful. The mother immediately fetched matches to light them. She held the lit match to the wick. The candle would not burn. She tried again. The candle didn’t burn.

If we could hear what the candle is thinking: Here should I burn? I’m too bad for that! This is just a small apartment and this mother and son are all alone. No, I only give my light in wonderfully big houses, with big, rich families.

The candle was so beautiful that my mother didn’t want to throw it away. She asked the pastor of the little church if he could use it. He was excited. He put the candle in the church. It should shine at the next children’s service. He lit them. But… what was that? The candle would not burn.

If we could hear them: what kind of little church is this? Am I supposed to burn here? No, a candle as beautiful as mine only burns in a cathedral! I’m not wasting my light here!

The pastor suspected that it was probably a bit drafty in his small church and therefore the candle could not be lit. So he took her to the old woman he was visiting that afternoon. She was very happy! Immediately she found a place for this beautiful candle. When evening came, she picked up the matches. One try…a second…in vain! The candle couldn’t be lit!

If we could hear what the candle was thinking: With an old woman should I burn? She is here all alone. She has so many wrinkles on her face. Her back is very crooked, she probably had to work a lot in her life. I’m in the wrong place here! i am way too beautiful Giving my light here, I ended up burned down and just been with this old lonely woman. I want to accomplish something meaningful in my candle life. I must burn at kings, in palaces.

So the candle ended up on the small heap of rubbish next to the church.

It’s Sunday. Worship is celebrated in the church. The candle hears singing of a king who saves the world.

Oh, the candle thinks, a king at last, and such an important one. Great, maybe he’ll take me with him. I like to burn with him! My life finally has meaning!

But what is she hearing? The king was born in a stable, put in a manger? And later, as a grown man, did he spend time with the sick? He didn’t avoid the sad, lonely and old people? He made time for her? He had time for children? He said: “I am the light of the world, whoever follows me will have eternal life!”

So she lies there and thinks about this king until late at night. It has started to rain. An old man comes along, sits on the steps next to which the candle is lying. Maybe he doesn’t have a home. Maybe he can’t sleep because he’s worried. There, the candle in the dim light of the moonlight!

Too bad, the man thinks, it’s too wet tonight. Otherwise I could light it, it could give me some light and warmth. He reaches for his matches, although he knows that the candle cannot burn here. He holds his match to the wick. And there… The candle is burning… warmer and brighter than ever.

Baptism should be something very special. For you as parents, for the godparents, for guests and family and of course also for the baptized. In this article , we have put together some book tips for baptism for you that contain great ideas.