A Holy Place

It may be no cathedral
But this is a holy place
A place where Jesus manifests
His power and His grace.

It may to you seem humble
Architecture not the best
But it’s here we meet the Saviour
It’s here that hearts are blessed.

The building is not ornate
It’s all we could afford
To us it’s worth a million
Here people meet the Lord.

You see it’s not materials
Let it be understood
It doesn’t matter if the church
Is built of bricks or wood.

For it is still a Bethel
A ladder up to Heaven
For here the people know and feel
The joy of sins forgiven.

(Pastor Harold E V Kemp)

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

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On The Lighter Side

A clergyman was driving his sports car at a very fast pace.

He had to scream to a standstill to avoid an accident.

When the angry driver of the other car stormed over to exchange words with the clergyman, the Vicar handed him his card which read:-

“The Rev Paul Brown is very sorry to have missed you. He hopes to make contact with you next time.”

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With many laugh-filled blessings

Geoffrey

God’s Touch

I was on a journey,
And was lost and all alone,
I didn’t know which path to take,
That would lead me home.

Suddenly a hand touched mine,
And I heard a stranger say,
“Don’t be afraid, just follow me,
And I will show you the way”.

He said, “The road will not be easy
For it is hard and long,
But with me close behind you,
I know you will be strong”.

Suddenly the sun came out,
There was a rainbow in the sky,
The stranger filled my heart with love,
And I knew that I would get by.

The “stranger” never left me,
He became my faithful friend,
His hand always held mine,
Until I reached my journey’s end.

Then I was home at las,
This stranger had shown me so much love,
He said he would always hold my hand,
It was then I knew that he was “God above”.

(Celia Hoare)

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

An Invitation

The door is open wide for you
To step inside and “take a pew”,
Enjoy the peace and have a chat,
A cup of tea goes well with that.

The stewards here have one main task,
To answer questions you may ask,
But should you just prefer to browse,
You’re free to wander in God’s House.

You may not have a faith or creed,
But take some time, take all you need;
You’re not required to kneel and pray,
Relax and then enjoy your stay.

Our living church will welcome you,
It’s one of many things we do,
And did I mention cups of tea?
Today refreshments are all free.

(Andrea Davies)

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Wth many healing blessings

Geoffrey

Scars

Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.

His mother, in the house and looking out the window, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.

From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother’s fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn’t let go.”

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past! Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He’s been there holding on to you.

The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way.

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Paid In Full With One Glass Of Milk

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

Instead of a meal, he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry and so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.” He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.” As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strengthened also. He had been ready to give up and quit.

Years later, that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, he went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor’s gown, he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day, he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested from the business office to pass the final billing to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge, and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.

Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words:

“PAID IN FULL WITH ONE GLASS OF MILK…”

(Signed)

Dr. Howard Kelly

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Thought For The Day

As a parent you soon learn that pleasant though silence is, where a toddler is involved it usually means trouble! One afternoon when looking after my daughter, and having left her contentedly playing in her room, I realised that my last hour had not been disturbed once by the normal intrusion of an inquisitive youngster.

Time to investigate…A good job, as I was greeted by a face decorated with Mum’s make-up and an endearingly cheeky smile. This, of course, the make-up in which her previous repeated interest had been forbidden with strict instructions that it was off-limits.

The Israelites, rather like my daughter, had been left to their own devices rather too long. Moses was away up Mount Sinai conversing with God while they remained below, pumped up about serving a God who was about to covenant with them. In their enthusiasm, they implored Aaron to create something for them to worship, such was their hunger for God.

There is nothing to say that they rejected God, only that they wanted to create some form to which they might direct their worship; an early form of a ‘designer religion’.

It may well be that you want to honour your saviour, yet it may also be that you want to do so in a way that best serves your needs. The whole purpose of gathering to worship is to demonstrate that God is worthy of our veneration, declare the simple truth of our faith as captured in the Apostles’ Creed, draw encouragement and strength from God in the Eucharist, and recommit to live by God’s Rule in a lawless society to which we return.

(Dr Micha Jazz)

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey