The services for the next four weeks.

On Sundays access via : https://zoom.us/j/689078489

Later in the week access via facebook.

 

 

Sundays for the next four weeks

Sunday Church 10.45am - 12 noon

Interactive online services for all the family
https://zoom.us/j/689078489
Meeting ID: 689 078 489

the next few Sundays

 

services in August

Sunday mornings for the next few weeks

all other ZOOM meetings as per the previous post

Update on ZOOM meetings

The current situation means we cannot meet at the church building.  We can remain Church with a capital 'C' though.

The way we are doing this at the moment is through an app called 'Zoom' ....... and, no it's nothing to do with speed !  

To join in any of the meetings please use the links below at the appropriate time. For some it will also require you to enter the Meeting ID number - depends on what you are accessing it on. 

The various groups and times are listed below.  

This is not the entire range of things that are going on as some of them, because of their nature, cannot be presented in the public domain and published on the blog.

1

Meeting for prayer

Tuesday & Thursday  12.30-12.45pm  
https://zoom.us/j/872015309
Meeting ID: 872 015 309

2

Sunday Church  10.45am - 12 noon

Interactive online service for all the family 
https://zoom.us/j/689078489 
Meeting ID: 689 078 489

3

Wednesday  Singing Cafe at 11am

Singing Cafe starting Wednesday May 6, 2020 at 11:00am
https://zoom.us/j/92050899409
Meeting ID: 920 5089 9409
Join on line or call in on

0203 481 5237 or 0203 481 5240 and be ready to enter the following Meeting ID on your keypad  920 5089 9409

4
Thursday Evening Bible Study 7.45 - 9.00pm
Discover the bible for yourself. Open to anyone to join 
https://zoom.us/j/842675702 
Meeting ID: 842 675 702

Easter Sunday morning. (Mary’s journey)

Sunday morning. (Mary’s journey)

First thing Sunday morning,
the birds have ceased their reveille
and the sun is yet to ward off
the remaining fingers of cold.
Two nights with little sleep
toll heavy with a cold of their own.
 
Friday night was full of anger and hurt,
the six-hour sight of suffering
a lingering bad breath in the mind
fighting off the need for sleep.
 
Saturday night was full of fear and loss,
fitful remembrances and frightening imaginations,
and the terrible sense of a thing unfinished.
 
So, less than fresh,
she met the awakening day.
How she came to be here,
already outside the city -
a mystery of preoccupation,
familiar streets merely ghosts in passing.
Now, the aroma of the spices in her hand
slowly bring the day into perspective,
as the road brightens beneath heavy feet.
How she would bribe the guards
to move the stone, still unformed,
a strategy of beguiling, formed from poverty,
may need to suffice.
 
Why she was going, to perform the ritual,
a disparity of honouring the dead
and a last chance to touch Him.
Entering the garden, an acrid incense
of stale spice and stale bodies
overcomes the well intentioned scent
of the gardeners craft.
Death has its own bouquet.
 
The path leads quickly to the tomb,
though each footfall is an age of distress,
each turn - a curtain of protection removed,
before the inevitable encounter with reality.
At the tomb, the mouth of an abyss
its jaws open in emptiness,
the world falls apart
and unshed tears
fall unfettered
from a broken heart.

He is not here.