General Chat

Hello all

1st of October already, where did September go?

A special Harvest Service this morning, lots of food donated and envelopes filled with money to help our village Food Bank support group.
"It is more blessed to give than to receive."
Acts 20 v 35 NIV bible.

We plough the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land.
but it is fed and watered
by God's almighty hand.
He sends the snow in Winter
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes and the sunshine
and soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us
are sent from heaven above.
So thank the Lord
O thank the Lord
for all his love.

It just had to be this traditional hymn sung today!

Good morning :-)


Collect (special prayer) for today:
Almighty God,
you have made us for yourself,
and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you:
pour your love into our hearts and draw us to yourself,
and so bring us at last to your heavenly city
where we shall see you face to face;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen

In the Gospel today we hear about the authority of Jesus

Cx :-)

Good afternoon :-)

Yes, I enjoyed the Harvest Supper but glad it is all over. Now moving on to thinking about the November Fair!!!!!!


Harvest – generosity – our willingness

God Forgave My Sin In Jesus’ Name
I’ve Been Born Again In Jesus’ Name
And In Jesus’ Name I Come To You
To Share His Love As He Told Me To

He Said: ‘Freely, Freely, You Have Received
Freely, Freely Give
Go In My Name, And Because You Believe
Others Will Know That I Live.’

All Power Is Given In Jesus’ Name
In Earth And Heaven In Jesus’ Name
And In Jesus’ Name I Come To You
To Share His Power As He Told Me To

He Said: ‘Freely, Freely, You Have Received
Freely, Freely Give
Go In My Name, And Because You Believe
Others Will Know That I Live.’


Cx :-)

Hello all

I'm sure Cynthia will enjoy Harvest Supper tonight.

Harvest Festival comes around.
Bushes of blackberries can be found.

For some the school days have begun
The Summer holiday been and gone.

September, October bring darker nights
A warm coat needed to wrap up tight.

The insects now seem far and few.
The trees grow bare, a sky less blue.

First came Spring,
then came Summer sun.
Now the Autumn has begun.

Sounds familiar I think. Stay warm everyone.

Hello all

Helping run the weekly coffee morning in church is a privilege listening to village people come inside and share their special memories with me.

Storm Agnes missed us yesterday. Big relief!

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Harvest Quotes:

“The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessings previously secured.” — Marcus Tullius Cicero


Who doesn’t have memories? All kinds of memories……family, friends, school and, of course, church. We thank God for our memories, those precious moments from past days. We treasure them and keep them in our hearts always.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

Every day seems to be manic........................



Harvest
A prayer for those
Whose lives are thin
And shelves devoid of
Bread and tin.

A stronger prayer
For those who stand
With more than enough
In every hand.

For in God's Kingdom
Love is King
And generosity
The trendy thing.

There is no lack
Or chance despair.
No deprivation.
No hunger there.

In God's town..
No cupboards bare.
No hungry child.
No shadow there.

In the City of Angels
No fears you'll find
For hope and joy
Are all refined..

..by hands and feet
Of those who love
And serve the one
true God above.

So come on people!
Come and see
What God can do through you.
Through me.


Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

Sorry I missed yesterday but it was rather manic to say the least.

Yes, Sunday was Harvest Festival for us. The church looked magnificent - it was a traditional sight - fruit, vegetables and flowers as well as tinned and dried goods.

We spent a lot of time yesterday organising where everything was going. There was such a huge amount of stuff but it got sorted - the tinned and dried goods went to the foodbank and the fresh fruit etc I took to our local hospice. They were so very grateful because, as with most people, every penny counts.

Next, is our Harvest Supper on Friday - hotpot to the rescue.

Anyway, moving on.

The word Harvest has other meanings too ........

A quote:


Harvest. A quote:

“Striving for success without hard work is like trying to harvest where you haven’t sown!”
- David Bly


This speaks for itself. How can a church be successful if people don’t work hard to help?


Cx :-)

Hallo everyone,

I didn't realise that I hadn't posted for a couple of weeks. Where does the time go? I do generally manage to read the daily posts and thank Cynthia for another interesting week.

Gosh, you have been going through a tough time Tabitha. I hope things are starting to improve for you now. Very belated birthday wishes for you and your OH. What a coincidence that your birthdays are the same day.

OH and I are OK, thank you Kandj. Like most people of our age we have our ups and downs and life has been quite hectic and a touch difficult for a few weeks but we manage and we have a lot to be grateful for.

Harvest Festival - ah, that brings back memories of the church full of veg and fruit and carrying my little box up to the priest to be put with the others at the front of the church. It makes sense to take tins and packets - after all, they are still a part of God's good harvest, and I suspect that the fresh stuff from our childhood harvest festivals was often past its best when it reached the recipients. It's a good idea for your church to pass harvest offerings on to the Food Bank Kandj. So many people seem to be struggling with the cost of living right now and, sadly, many feel ashamed that they have to use the food banks.

Thoughts tonight for all those who are hungry and in need.

Hello all

I hope all went well yesterday at the Harvest service in Cynthia's church. Such a special time.

The Harvest Festival service in my village church is planned for next Sunday. Lots to sort out as we are still without a Priest of our own to organise events.

I'm hoping that we will be singing, Come Ye Thankful People Come and also We Plough the Fields and Scatter....I need to have a quiet word with our organist methinks.

It's been suggested that donations of tinned and packet food are brought into church and then passed over to help the Food Bank Support Group.
Very sad how families are struggling here just now.

Prayerful support for those who are upset.

Hello all

Tabitha, it's lovely to hear from you. Happy birthday wishes to you and to your hubby. I hope you have a great day and have enjoyed your special lunch.

You've certainly been having a rough time with ongoing pain for such a long time. It was worth giving the Physio a try, but she didn't seem to do very much apart from taking payments from you.

Thank goodness that you have a supportive GP!!

Reading your long message until the end had me smiling, I'm really pleased that the steroid tablets are working so that you're feeling better slowly.
Would you come back with an update after seeing your GP next Tuesday please..... in the meantime, keep taking the tablets and have a VERY Happy Birthday you two. What a coincidence that you and your husband have birthdays on the same day!

I hope that Vera's feeling a little better too, it's been a while since we heard from her.

Cynthia, Good Luck with your Harvest Service. It's hard to think that it's this time of year already!
It was the 1st day of Autumn yesterday, so where did our Summer months go ??

Good morning :-)


Manic day today - Harvest. Will chat later.

The Collect (special prayer) for today :

God of grace, ever creating and restoring,
you breathe life into all things
and embrace us with an everlasting love;
help us to grow in wonder and awe,
to embody a spirit of gratitude,
and to dream generous dreams;
that, in gathering what we have,
we may graciously offer ourselves
to accomplish what you will,
in Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.

Cx :-)

Good morning

I love reading your stories, what a wonderful day. Today I reach the age of 64 & my husband is 71 today. My birthday time is 6am & his is 6pm. So we are going out for a Sunday roast at 12.30.

So blessed in may ways, I have had a mystery illness since last November, my muscles and joints seem to disown me. I got to June with every thing locking up on me. Dr was not sure & suggested a physio. Gave up waiting for the surgery one and decided to pay for it. Got a reccomm from my optician, £60 for 40 mins.

So spent the whole time telling her my problems, not a bad way to earn a living. Sent me home to rest & book in next week. So I feeling deflated but better in a way as it was good to talk about it, she said she would look into it and see if she could suggest a solution. How i wondered when she hadn't laid a hand on me.

So I had a badly frozen shoulder on the left and loss of strength, the right side was hurting and beginning to losing strength as well. So bad couldn't even pick up the ironing board. This then moved to the neck which hurt to turn my head. Was in pain nearly all day and so hard to sleep. My legs joined in, I could get to the bus stop but walking around was awful. The worst bit was it moved to my chest, I couldn't sneeze properly & it hurt to breath. Hence the time to go private with the physio.

Went back the 2nd week, we talked she gave me some exercises, still hadn't touched me at all, book in 2 weeks time, said if it hurt too much leave it a day and start again. Did the ones i could & a lot of the chest pain stopped, arms & legs the same. Went back to physio, more chat, said she would write to Dr asking for a blood test. Different exercises, this time tested the strength in arms & legs. Go home back in 2 weeks, by now £180 paid. Called dr no she hadn't written.

Went back in, she had forgotten, said she would do it, This time after a lot of pestering, she actually looked at my shoulders an neck. Said I had a lot of stiffness, tell me something I didn't know. Told me to book 3 weeks, unless it got worse as she didn't want me to spend money when she couldn't do a lot.

I wrote a very long letter to the Dr. Got a reply in 2 days, booked blood test 2 days later. Told it could be 10 days for the results. Had a call from the Dr the next evening, bit of a shock. He said he had put a rush on one of the tests. Thinks it could be Fibromyalgia. Suggested I start a course of Steroids, said he would fax prescription to chemist, but as it was 6pm Friday the prob wouldn't send it till Tuesday. Once I got them to take for 2 weeks & book appointment to see him. He said they can work quite quickly once the get going.

They arrived on Tuesday morning, I took the 4 tiny pills, rang surgery & booked in for 2 weeks. Thought oh well, see what happens. Decided to canx physio for a few weeks. Went to bed.

Woke next day, strange no pain, could move freely again, no side effects. Was I dreaming. Even frozen shoulder felt better & I could sneeze without pain. Two days later improvement all round. Went shopping, oh thought he had a new woman with him & was trying hard to keep up with a speedy wife. It was like a miracle, 4 very tiny pills a day & I felt as good as I had a year ago.

Off to Dr on Tuesday for 1st check up exactly 2 weeks and such a difference.

Feeling so much better & going out for birthday meal, didn't thing I would be going on. Such a lovely day. God bless the Dr for having a guess and little white pills.

Feeling blessed and glad of friends I can share this with.

Have a lovely day everyone and hope everyone is well.
Lots of love. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Hello all

Another interesting week of postings. Thank you

I have a very old Sunday School song buzzing around in my head now....... I'll share it with you

Magic Penny

Love is something if you give it away
Give it away, give it away.
Love is something if you give it away
You'll end up having more.

It's just like a magic penny
Hold it tight and you won't have any
Lend it, spend it, you'll have many more
They'll keep rolling all over the floor.

Does anyone else remember this old one?

Good morning :-)


Generosity Week

Heavenly Father, you want us to be generous people offering our time, our skills and abilities and our money to your service. Guard us from holding tight when we should be letting go and honouring you as Lord of all we have. In your name we pray. Amen.

Cx :-)

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Generosity Week

From our diocesan website.
Generosity is an important aspect of the Church of England. The church believes in a generous God and encourages its members to share this generosity with others. A generous life is considered a testament to one’s faith and reflects the generous God they believe in. Cultivating a generous culture is also vital for the church to develop a sustainable ministry.

The Church of England emphasizes that generosity is not limited to financial giving but can be expressed in various ways. To foster a generous culture, the church focuses on four key areas:
1. Inspiring people through generous leadership and celebrating generosity within the church community.
2. Discipling members by providing resources, teaching, and learning opportunities to help them understand God’s generosity and live generous lives.
3. Embedding generosity in the life of the church, including its plans, services, and ministries.
4. Activating generosity by offering opportunities for people to grow in generosity and apply what they have learned.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

Generosity Week

Generosity Week
In Giving
Poet: M. E. Russell

It is in loving, not in being loved,
The heart is blessed;
It is in giving, not in seeking gifts,
We find our quest.
Whatever be thy longing or thy need,
That do thou give.
So shalt thy soul be fed, and thou, indeed,
Shalt truly live.

Cx :-)

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Generosity Week - it isn’t always about money!

After suffering years with a failing liver, Brenda learned that she would need a liver transplant to survive. Though she was 69 years old, she wanted to live many more years and, by all accounts, with a healthy liver, she could. So, the doctors placed her on a liver transplant list hoping a donor would eventually appear.

Brenda waited for a full year before she received the call from her doctor that a match had been found. Thankful that a donor liver had been found, Brenda planned her transplant surgery with great anticipation. However, before the procedure was performed, she received another call to tell her about a 23-year-old woman, Abigail, who had been flown into the hospital that day. Abigail needed a liver transplant as well, and without it, she would die within 24 hours. The donor liver was a match for both ladies.

The choice was up to Brenda, but she did not hesitate. She gave permission for the surgical team to give the liver to Abigail, and as a result, Abigail survived. It was one of the most profound acts of generosity witnessed, and Brenda affected numerous lives in the process.

Thankfully, Brenda was notified four days later that another liver for her had been found. ??


Cx :-)

Good morning :-)

Generosity week:

Lord Jesus, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve you as you deserve, to give and not to count the cost, to fight and not to heed the wounds, to toil and not to seek for rest, to labour and not to seek reward, except that of knowing that I do your will. Amen.

Cx :-)

Good morning :-)


Red Marbles - Idaho

I was at the corner grocery store buying some potatoes. I noticed a small boy, ragged but clean, hungrily looking at a basket of freshly picked green peas. I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller, the store owner, and the ragged boy next to me.

“Hello Barry, how are you today?”
“H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Them peas sure look good!”
“They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?”
“Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.”
“Good. Anything I can help you with?”
“No, Sir… jus’ admirin’ them peas.”
“Would you like to take some home?” asked Mr. Miller.
“No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.”
“Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?”
“All I got’s my prize marble here.”
“Is that right? Let me see it” said Miller.
“Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.”
“I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?” the store owner asked.
“Not zackley but almost.”
“Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.” Mr. Miller told the boy.
“‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community. All three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.”
“When they come back with their red marbles – and they always do – he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.”

Years went by and I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community. While I was there learned that Mr. Miller had recently died and they were having his visitation that evening.

Upon arrival at the mortuary, we got in line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two had nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts… all were very professional-looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
“Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size, they came to pay their debt.”

“We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.” With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The moral:
We will not be remembered by our words but by our kind deeds.

Cx :-)