{CTR} Primary 2, Lesson 28: I can be Kind

LDS.org Primary 2, Lesson 28: I Can Be Kind

THE GOOD SAMARITAN
I love how in the lesson it has incorporated the map so I've enlarged it and you can get this poster printed for just a few dollars at Staples as an engineer print. What a fun way to share the story and "act" out as you tell it.

Put all the cut-outs onto popsicle sticks for easier manuvering around the map and laminate for durability.

Begin by letting the kids take turns circling all the cities that you point out in the lesson. Judea, Samaria, Jericho & Galilee. Give each child a cut-out and when they hear about their character, help them walk their character across the map.









KINDNESS PUZZLES
Cut out these kindness puzzles and divide the class to complete each puzzle. Then discuss.... If you were in the group teasing the kids with disabilities what would you do if you were showing kindness.

                                                                
SCHOOL BUS HERO
I really love this story from the Friend, it demonstrates perfectly why being kind to others comes back to us. Read the story with the class then discuss.
First the boy on the bus is kind to the boy that hides behind the tree and THEN the boy behind the tree tries to find someone else to be kind to --- I just love that part--- kindness spreading like weeds!

                                               

For your reference and study:
Loving Others and Living with Differences
The Good Samaritan: Forgotten Symbols

Here's some jumbo cut-outs to enhance your lesson!

Primary 3, Lesson 31

Object Lesson: 

Using travel size toothpaste, have the children squeeze out the toothpaste onto paper plates. Then ask them to put it back into the tube. This isn't possible.... This is much like our words and what we say. Once we say something we can't take it back. We can apologize but the mean things that we say can't be taken back and we hurt our friends.

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Here's a game to play!

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Pioneers: James Kirkwood

James Kirkwood (11) had a great responsibility to look after his younger brother, Joseph Smith Clements Kirkwood (5) in their immigration with the Willie Handcart Company in 1856. James’ mother, Margaret, a widow of four years and her son Robert (21) tugged the handcart which carried their crippled son and brother, Thomas (19), along with their meager belongings. In the blizzard crossing Rocky Ridge on Oct. 23, 1856, James and Joseph became separated from the family and did not arrive in camp until very late.

Robert and Margaret had struggled through the blizzard with Thomas in the handcart and were able to arrive safely at Rock Creek, although Margaret had one eye freeze and would be blind the rest of her life in that eye. Margaret kept her small fire going, watching and waiting faithfully for her young sons. James’ strength in saving his younger brother was spent upon arrival at Rock Creek. Joseph’s biography states: "...when arriving in camp the brother James fell dead due to starvation and cold. He was buried on the banks of the Sweetwater in a grave with twelve others." Joseph’s rescued life continued until April of 1933, just short of his 77th birthday.

Doctrine and Covenants 88:133 Art thou a brother or brethren? I salute you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, in token or remembrance of the everlasting covenant, ...in a determination that is fixed, immovable, and unchangeable, to be your friend and brother through the grace of God in the bonds of love...

GC Talk: You are My Hands

YOU ARE MY HANDS  PRESIDENT DIETER F. UCHTDORF

Very powerful talk!

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What Do Angels Look Like?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.
Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world when you smile.
Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.
Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.
Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.
Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.
Like the friend who touched your hear, when you didn't think you had one.
Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.
They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but...they are everywhere you look.. when you choose to see.
And they leave no forwarding address and ask nothing in return.

The Party Fund

"None of us will forget that gray morning in January when our beloved teacher announced to us that the mother of one of our classmates had passed away. We thought of our own mothers and how much they meant to us. We felt sorrow for Billy Davenport in his great loss. The lesson that Sunday was from the book of Acts, chapter 20, verse 35: 'Remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.' At the conclusion of the presentation of a well-prepared lesson, Lucy Gertsch [our teacher] commented on the economic situation of Billy's family. These were depression times; money was scarce. With a twinkle in her eyes, she asked, "How would you like to follow this teaching of the Lord? How would you feel abot taking your party fund and, as a class, giving it to the Davenports as an expression of our love? The decision was unanimous. We counted very carefully each penny and placed a total sum in a large envelope. Ever shall I remember the tiny band walking those three city blocks, entering Billy's home, greeting him, his brother, sisters, and father. Noticeably absent was his mother. Always I shall treasure the tears which glistened in the yes of each one present as the white envelope containg our precious party fund passed from the delicate hand of our teacher to the needy hand of a grief-stricken father. We fairly skipped our way back to the chapel. Our hearts were lighter than they had ever been, our joy more full, our understanding more profound. This simple act of kindness welded us together as one. We learned through our own experience that indeed it is more blessed to give than to receive. The years have flown. The old chapel is gone, a victim of industrialization. The boys and girls who learned, who laughed, who grew under the direction of the inspired teacher of truth have never forgotten her love or her lessons."
Thomas S. Monson

Do All Things with Love Wordart

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P.A.L. FHE Idea

Here's a FHE idea to do for a week, month or just an ongoing thing. Print out P.A.L (Performing Acts of Love) cards -there's some at the bottom. When the kids or you do something for another member of the family, you leave this little card in it's place. You could then gather up all the cards and count how many acts of love were done and maybe if you hit a certain number go out and do something fun.
Here's some ideas for the services:
-make someone's bed
-help mommy with laundry
-clean the car
-take out the garbage without being asked
-helping a younger sibling get dressed
-do a chore without being asked
You may want to have a list of what the kids can put cards on so you don't have all these cards all over the house for things like not writing on mommy's wall.
Best of luck.
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By Knowing You

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Letter in the Mailbox & A Wordart

WHAT IF YOU GOT A LETTER IN YOUR MAILBOX FROM......
Ruth went to her mailbox and there was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter:
Dear Ruth:
I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
Love always,
Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me? I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. "Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of french bread, a half pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk... leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed hom, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.
"Hey lady, can you help us, lady?"
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alley, a man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and well, if you could help us, lady, we'd really appreciate it."
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly she was sure they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. "Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread. I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."
"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway." The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food, I'll figure something else to serve my guest." She handed the man her grocery bag.
"Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"
"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering.
"You know, I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one." Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street..without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
"Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. "That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."
She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
Dear Ruth,
It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you too for the beautiful coat.
Love always,
Jesus
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
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