Summary: A sermon that highlights the urgency in being prepared for Jesus and 3 things we can do.
It is time now for me to tell you the story of the three little pigs.
That’s right the Story of the three little pigs.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs - There was Horace and
Maurice and Doris.
The Mama pig whos name was Loris and her husband Boris had a problem.
Basically no room in the sty - Horace and Maurice and Doris had really
grown and they were of such an age that Loris and Boris no longer
received family support for them. Lately the little pigs - had been
taking up a little too much space in the sty. Horace had been
challenging his father about some of the decisions he had been making -
like where the feeding trough should go and stuff like that - Maurice
had some really exciting plans on how to run some seminars on keeping a
tidy sty - which Mum Loris had got up in a bit of a huff about - and
worse than that Doris had taken it on herself to do all Mum’s cooking
and she had gotten to be such a big pig that there simply wasn’t enough
room in the kitchen. Mum Loris was expecting a new litter right on
Christmas and Pappa Boris was worried about what he could do and how he
could provide for all these pigs.
It was at that time that pappa Boris saw an advertisement for a seminar
- not another seminar screamed Mama Loris - but Pappa Boris had gone.
That seminar was called. - How to be a productive pig. At the seminar
Pappa Boris learned that the task of Pigs is to produce more pigs - and
their task is to produce even more pigs and that requires bringing home
At the sound of the words bacon some pigs went quite pink in the face
and a couple fainted. But the teacher pointed out that pigs to be
fulfilled needed to sacrifice themselves.
Pappa Boris thought about his three children Horace and Maurice and
Doris tucked up snugly and safely in their straw back home. Why they
were scarcely adults - During question time Pappa pig put up his
trotter - "Excuse me " he said politely. "Can I ask how they can produce
more pigs when there is no room in the sty? Why if we had any more
litters in our sty it would be litterly a - a - a PIGSTY." He roared.
"Quite right." said the lecturer an elderly visiting Sheep with a long
white beard and a kindly look. "What your pigs need to do is to leave
the sty and go out into the world and multiply."
AT THAT A DEATHLY HUSH FELL OVER THE GATHERED ASSEMBLY OF PIGS.
"Excuse me for butting in Mr Ramsey" said Papa Boris. " But isn’t that
dangerous - what about the Big bad wolf why he is lurking around
everywhere - why he would gobble up our little pigs like nothing else."
"Well." said Mr Ramsey. "I think you will find that most of them will
"Anyway!!" thundered Papa Boris "We’d miss them."
"Maybe" said Mr Ramsey. "But I bet you’re getting on each others nerves
right now - stepping on each others trotters eh? Everyone sticking their
snout in where it isn’t required?"
"Well a little maybe." admitted Papa Boris "But we’d still miss them."
"Of course you will." said Ramsey "But you can get together once a week
in the barn and you’ll be surprised how much your family will grow once
you get out there in the world."
"Well I just don’t know." said Papa pig and he went home shaking his
head. That night tucked up in their cramped bed Papa and Mama talked
about it - they were still talking when Henry rooster announced the new
"Children." said Papa pig. "I have an announcement to make."
"What can this be?" Horace Maurice and Doris asked themselves. "Could it
be that they’re going to move out and give us more room?"
"From today." announced Papa pig. "You Doris and Horace and Maurice are
to go out into the world. On your own - fend for yourself."
"What!!" screamed the three pigs -"Us go out into the world - like get a
reality check - there’s a big bad world out there - there is inflation
- traffic jams - robberies and violence - and whata bout the Big bad
wolf? The wide world is no place for a self respecting pig. No we’re
The cold clank of the sty door left a hollow sound as Horace and Doris
and Maurice set out to seek their fortune - we don’t have time to tell
you the whole story of straw, stick and brick nor of how they