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Good morning :-)


Normal service has been resumed! :-D

A CELTIC BLESSING

A Familiar Stranger

I saw a stranger today.
I put food for him
in the eating-place
And drink
in the drinking-place
And music
in the listening-place.
In the Holy name
of the Trinity
He blessed myself
and my family.
And the lark said in her warble
Often, often, often
Goes Christ
in the stranger's guise.
O, oft and oft and oft,
Goes Christ
in the stranger's guise.
(Celtic Rune of Hospitality)

Cx :-)

Good evening - things are back to normal I see :-D

I've been popping on and off here wondering when the fault was going to be fixed.

Instead of a Celtic morning prayer, I will leave you with one for the evening instead.


I place my soul and my body
In your safe refuge this night, O God,
In your safe refuge, O Jesus Christ,
In your safe refuge, O Spirit of Truth,
The Three who defend my cause,
And never turn the back upon me.

Father, kind and just,
Son, who overcame death,
Holy Spirit of power,
Keep me this night from harm,
The Three who would justify me
Keep me this night and always. Amen.


Cx :-)

Hello all

How good it feels to be back in touch once again. I have felt cut off from all of my GR friends who look into the Christian thread.

"Express gratitude and thankfulness for the small things in life." (Richie Norton).

Keep warm and stay safe everyone.

Good morning :-)


Zero temperatures today. Stay warm everyone. x


A blessing for our homes

Bless this house and those within.
Bless our giving and receiving.
Bless our words and conversation.
Bless our hands and recreation.
Bless our sowing and our growing.
Bless our coming and our going.
Bless all who enter and depart.
Bless this house, your peace impart.

Cx :-)

Hello all

Cynthia I've loved reading the short stories you've posted last week. All very thought provoking.

Vera, I hope this coming week will be a better one for you, your OH and your family.

Good to welcome 3 new people into church today.

Stay safe in this chilly weather everyone.

Good morning :-)

Collect (special prayer for today)

Heavenly Father,
whose blessed Son was revealed
to destroy the works of the devil
and to make us the children of God and heirs of eternal life:
grant that we, having this hope,
may purify ourselves even as he is pure;
that when he shall appear in power and great glory
we may be made like him in his eternal and glorious kingdom;
where he is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen.

In the Gospel reading for today, Jesus talks about the End Times.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)


Aww Vera, so sorry to hear that life is difficult at the moment. Sending you lots of love and prayers. <3

SHORT STORY WEEK

A man went to a barbershop for a haircut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began the task, a good conversation followed. .

They eventually touched on the subject of God, and the barber said: “I don’t believe that God exists.” “Why do you say that?” asked the customer. “Well, you just have to go out in the street to realise that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned, children? If God existed, there would be any suffering or pain. I can’t imagine a loving God allowing all of these things”.

The customer thought for a moment but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument! The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. The man was homeless and unkempt. The customer turned back, re-entered the barber’s shop and said to the barber: “You know what? Barbers don’t exist”.
“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber. “I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!” “No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside”. “Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens, is, people do not come to me”.

“Exactly!”- affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! God, too, exists! What happens, is, people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him. That’s why there is so much pain and suffering in the world.

Food for thought.

Cx :-)

Thank you Cynthia for last week's remembrance posts and this week's stories. Life is difficult at the moment and starting the day with a read of this thread is a comfort.

Good morning (:D


SHORT STORY WEEK

Once upon a time, a young boy named David received a little lantern from his grandmother. She told him it was a special symbol of Jesus' light in his life. David loved this lantern and took it with him everywhere, even during the darkest nights.

One evening, while a storm raged outside, the power went out in their home. David quickly grabbed his lantern and used its soft glow to guide his family to safety. His faith in that little light reminded everyone of the comfort and protection that Jesus offers, especially during tough times.

Lord, we pray for such faith.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

SHORT STORY WEEK

The Power of Forgiveness

Thomas harboured a profound resentment toward his brother, a wound from the past that had festered for years. This bitterness gnawed at his soul, casting a shadow over his happiness and stealing his peace.

One Sunday morning, the minister spoke passionately about the importance of forgiveness. Thomas felt a stirring within him, a deep sense of conviction that he could no longer ignore. In that moment, he turned inward, praying fervently for the courage to let go of his anger.

With a newfound determination, he reached out to his brother, whose face he had not seen in years. When they finally met, their conversation was filled with a complicated mix of emotions—hurt, regret, and ultimately, understanding. As they reconciled, the heavy burden on Thomas's heart began to lift, replaced by a sense of lightness and relief.

This powerful experience illustrated the transformative nature of forgiveness and the profound freedom it can bring to the spirit.

Lord, may we learn to forgive.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

SHORT STORY WEEK.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilt on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilt milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, he sometimes had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilt food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

The father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor one evening before supper. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Momma to eat your food from when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words struck the parents so hard that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no words were spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening, the husband took his father's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilt, or the tablecloth soiled.

This story needs no explanation.


Cx :-)

Hello all

A cold and frosty start to today.

"God meets daily needs daily. Not weekly or annually. He will give you what you need when it is needed." (Max Lucado).

Wrap up and keep warm everyone.

Good morning :-)

The Faithful Farmer
John, a humble farmer, faced a severe drought that threatened his crops and livelihood. Despite the bleak outlook, he remained steadfast in his faith, praying daily for rain. His neighbours, who had lost hope, mocked him for his unwavering belief.
One day, dark clouds gathered, and a heavy rain fell, saving his crops. John’s faith restored his farm and inspired his community to trust in God’s timing.

Learning to trust in God’s timing is an essential part of our Christian journey. It’s a test of our patience, faith, and willingness to surrender our own desires for the greater plans God has in store for us.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

SHORT STORY WEEK.

The Kindness of a Stranger
In a small town, a young woman named Emily struggled to make ends meet. One cold winter day, as she walked home from her job, she found a £50 note on the ground. Unsure whether to keep it or find its owner, she prayed for guidance.

She decided to ask around and soon discovered an elderly man who had lost his money. When she returned it to him, he was so grateful that he offered her a job in his small business, changing her life for the better.

This story reminds us that God wants us to always show kindness and honesty.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

REMEMBRANCE DAY.

A prayer for Remembrance Sunday with young people in mind.

God, it's difficult to see the point of wearing a poppy,
or what difference two minutes' silence will make
when we could be shouting protests.
But we can recognise a broken life being valued,
a gift being given,
and taking two minutes to reflect on how much we have.
We look to the future, not to the past.
We cannot change what has been
but do not need to repeat its mistakes.
So as old and young come together before you,
take the very best of our lives;
bind us into one people of faith
and help us to share our common values,
love of Jesus and care for each other;
to build dreams,
and, with your Holy Spirit,
turn them into reality.
Amen.

Cx :-)

Hello all

Many thanks Cynthia for this week's postings.
Each one has made me feel very humbled.

I'm settling down to watch the Royal British Legion's Festival of Remembrance, with the tissues nearby.

"We will remember them."

Good morning :-)



A Candle Of Peace

Light a candle of peace for all nations
And watch as it steadily burns.
Remember the brave fallen heroes –
Those who will never return.
In the quietness, pray for all families,
Wherever they are in the world,
Whose lives have been scarred by violence and pain,
As the banners of battle unfurled.
Light a candle of peace for all races,
All cultures and creeds of mankind,
Ask God to touch every heart with his love
So, in days to come, we will find
Peace for the whole world over,
No longer a dream or a prayer,
But something to last to the end of all time,
For the great heart of God will be there.
— Marian Cleworth


Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

WHY WEAR A POPPY?
“Please wear a poppy”, the lady said
and held one forth but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched to see how she’d fare
her face was old and lined with care.
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade

A boy came whistling down the street
bouncing along on carefree feet
his smile was full of joy and fun
“lady” he said, “may I have one”?
As she pinned it on I heard him say
“why do we wear a poppy today”?

The lady smiled in her wistful way
and answered “This is remembrance day,
the poppy there is a symbol for
the gallant men who died in war
and because they did, you and I are free
that’s why we wear a poppy you see”

“I had a boy about your size
with golden hair and big blue eyes
he loved to play and jump and shout
free as a bird he would race about.
As years went on he learned, and grew
and became a man, as you will too.

He was fine and strong with a boyish smile
but he seemed with us such a little while.
When war broke out he went away,
I still remember his face that day,
when he smiled at me an said ‘goodbye,
I’ll be back soon so please don’t cry’.

But the war went on and he had to stay
all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight
I can see it still in my dreams at night.
With tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire
and mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.

‘Till at last the war was won
And that’s why we wear a poppy son”.
The small boy turned as if to go
then said “thanks lady, I’m glad I know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight
but your son, did he come home alright?”

A tear rolled down each faded cheek
She shook her head but didn’t speak
I slunk away, head bowed in shame
and if you were me you’d have done the same
for our thanks in giving is oft delayed
though our freedom was bought and thousands paid

And so when you see a poppy worn
let us reflect on the burden borne
by those who gave their very all
when asked to answer their country’s call
that we at home in peace may live.
Then wear a poppy – remember, and give.


Cx :-)

Good morning :-)


Just a simple poppy.............


Just a simple poppy

Throughout history, the poppy flower has captivated human imagination and generated stories that span different civilizations and epochs.

In Roman mythology, poppies were linked to Somnus, the god of sleep. Its connection to sleep comes from its narcotic properties that induce sleep and relaxation. The image of poppies lulling people into slumber intertwined with the concept of dreams and the realm of the subconscious.

In ancient Chinese culture, the poppy was seen as a symbol of resilience and the ability to thrive under adverse conditions. The opium poppy, with its tenacious growth even in war-torn landscapes, was admired for its ability to persevere and flourish despite challenging circumstances.

In medieval Europe, poppies appeared in folklore and stories. Carrying a red poppy was believed to bring love and romance into one’s life. The poppy’s association with sleep and dreams also persisted, often representing a bridge between the waking world and the mysterious realm of dreams.


Just a simple poppy................

Cx :-)

Hello all

The Flanders Field words are so emotional.

Respect.... We Will Remember them.

Sadly, no poppy put up from GR yet??