Meringue Service

I'd like to thank Snorkwald for her brave attempt at a Meringue Service. It can be a struggle, planning creative worship when somebody's already pinched every other bright idea, and it's so easy to fall back on Pebbles 'n' Tealights. Or even Tealights 'n' Pebbles, for a change.

Obviously no creative worship has integrity without some attempt, however botched, to draw an analogy with whatever props are being used. Snorkwald's reasoning was sound. She explained that the egg-white mix represents  our earthly lives in their natural, godless state - messy, organic, unnaturally sweetened to try and make ourselves feel better. But when the meringue is exposed to a flame (as in a gas oven) it will rise to the occasion, being strengthened in the process.

I thought the combination of meringue and Godly Play (which she renamed "Yolkly Play") was quite nice. Although when she separated the whites from the yolks, saying "I wonder what Mr Egg thinks of that, children" in that soporific voice was a bit creepy. And her eggy recreation of the Battle of Armageddon was, to say the least, messy. Eight rows of Beaker People covered in yolk and bits of broken shell. And doing a Yolkly Play recreation of the Rapture by throwing a dozen free-range up in the air is just irresponsible.

Still, so far so good. She even picked appropriate songs - "Let God arise", of course. And "He is egg-salted". But the problem was "In Majesty he comes". As we reached the line "We shall rise - we shall meet him in the air", Snorkwald realised she had forgotten about the giant meringue she was cooking over the charcoal pit, which was - true to the song - rising fast. A look of panic ran across her face, but she reacted too slowly and ended up pressed against the Moot House wall. It was a nightmare, I can tell you, hacking with a wood-chopping maul through layers of meringue to free Snorkwald. We got halfway through to discover - horror of horrors - that she was actually making a giant Baked Alaska. We lost the use of three Beaker People at this point - one to frostbite and two because they wouldn't stop eating the ice cream.

Anyway, we got her detached from the wall in the end, and dusted off the bits of meringue. And she was still feeling well enough, surprisingly, to preach her Meringue Sermon. But sadly people weren't over-impressed with the sermon. They said it was a bit light on the yolks.