Acts 2 Wordle

   

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Im sure you can improve on mine!

Emily and co

The Christian Aid  walk from Flamborough to Filey was this year joined by our SU YouthWorker, Emily Finch  and some of  the young people  of Filey. Emily is near the end of her 2 year placement with us , and we have been truly blessed by her enthusiasm and joy in the Lord. Thanks Emily!

@GrangerKate #deathbedlive

This registrar at Pinderfields Hospital in Wakefield has terminal cancer , and has decided to live tweet her death. Now theres a statement !

Picture from Morley Advertiser

I am having a morning to myself. I have done the shopping, the slow cooker is doing its slow cooking, the Bach Cantatas are on again. C is at the PCC away day which is neither away or a day. All those who keep the C of E running , and give hours of unpaid work a week without moaning have taken a shared lunch. I made C's posh red salmon sandwiches and am eating the generous cut off crusts . What a treat is white bread in our health conscious fishermans cottage by the sea. I wonder if DR Kate Granger ever walked past? Many visitors to Filey come from Wakefield, and everyone here has heard of Pinderfields.

So the article in todays Saturday Times has pulled me up short in my  reveries of Ascension day and whether I will order the Pentecost Cantatas from  John Eliot Gardiners excellent Bach  cycle . 

The Olympics were all tweeted live, the announcement of @ABCJustin s appointment reached us all first on Twitter, as did the news of the new Pope, and the re opening of Seamer Road Scarborough when there was a burst water main and the family all had to sleep in Filey.  So this young doctor is tweeting her dying , and is is going to use the hashtag #deathbedlive when she is on it and doing it. 

It was a radical move of the Sunday Times many years ago when John Diamond wrote his weekly column from his sickroom and deathbed. I have never forgotten his bravery , stoicism and humour. 

Rev Andrew and the clergy 'fraternity' are used to being around a deathbed . Many people  have nursed parents and friends , and sat with loved ones . I will never get over the priviledge of sitting with my aunt last year as she died.  BUT to have the courage to tweet ones own thoughts and feelings is amazing, nearly 7000 people are following her tweets already. Here is the link to her blog.

I am quoting from Louise Carpenters article in the Times (11 05 13)

'She makes you count your blessings, and invites you to think about a death that,perhaps , one day might be thekind of death you want............'

My favourite day

in the Church year will always be Ascension Day . Today at 7am Christians of Dorking in Surrey will have been up Box Hill singing hymns and celebrating Christs return to the Father and the happy anticipation of Pentecost the Sunday after next. I lived in Dorking once and worshipped at St Martins, a Woodyer church, with a spire of 210 ft easily be seen from the summit of Box Hill.
 One Ascension day , the top of the Hill was shrouded in mist, nothing could be seen of the town at all, just the tip of St Martins spire. It was an intense and beautiful moment, as we all prayed fervently that the Holy Spirit would indeed be poured out over the town in the Gin and Jag belt of Surrey

So today I cant really celebrate the Festival , the service is at 10am  and just excludes all with working days. I tried to play my favourite Bach Cantata BWV no 11 Praise God in His kingdoms at home group last night in our Prayer and Share evening. It went down like a lead balloon. I am playing it now and will again when I return from my day with Aged Parent .

Why do I love Ascension Day? It is the sheer anticipation of Pentecost .It is the beginning of the rest of my life every year. For once the Liturgical year has got personal. I look back sometimes only , at the desolation, and dullness of the past without that infilling of the Holy Spirit. Life was good before , but retrospect has shown how bland , sedentary and beige was my life before I cottoned on to these precious days between TODAY and SUNDAY week, and actually did something radical by asking for the fulness of the HOLY SPIRIT .

 Lent is reflective, Advent penitative, Easter reassuring . Ascension day is the bittersweet rest of my life, filled with Hope and the ability to cope, and the help to do so.

Yesterday the Housemartins arrived outside my window sitting on the telephone wires. Forget Doves, I prefer Housemartins  . No bird ever made its home nearer to me. 

St Martin's Church, Dorking (Ian Capper) / CC BY-SA 2.0-Thanks for the pic.

Good One

Catering supplies Lorry

Filey Folk Festival -The Lofthouse Miners Song

Hope you get some time to get to some of the events of the Filey Folk Festival which runs until Sunday night.
This is just a short extract of the Lofthouse Miners Song from Robert Halls recent concert which featured the The Shufflers. They and many others will be bringing much History in song to Filey this weekend. The programme can be accessed here

Bite back at Hunger

is the title to define Christian Aid week starting on 12th May  . Please contact John Ives through the Parish Office if you are able to help in any way with either the door to door collection or the Street Collection. A full list of events in support of the week is in the May Envoy.

No place for Peters?

Yesterday at our family service we were asked to pray that we would be  more like the Apostle Peter. AMEN to that, I am all for brutal honesty, boundless enthusiasm, and continual lash ups resulting in a total dependency on God.

Like any man there are elements of Peter in my makeup. Personally I am more biased towards a Thomas, Nathaniel personality. Arguably none of these disciples would have lasted more than a couple of days in a polite traditional C of E congregation before blowing their cover.  In one of her sermons the Rev Lucy Winkett of St James Piccadilly  makes a joke about Jesus being surrounded  by men who 'didn't get it'. Absolutely but they did understand that they were Lost without him.

Jesus loves to look for the Lost and accept them as his. Another theme in our service was accepting the strange, the different, the diverse and unloved into our church. My bible reading on Sunday was from Luke 19 1-10 about Jesus inviting himself to Zacchaeus the tax collector's home, a man who was hated and loathed by the majority of society. In verse 10 Jesus says 'For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost' . The word 'lost' (Greek: apollymi`) that Jesus uses has a variety of very strong meanings:

'to put out of the way entirely, to be ruined, to be rendered useless, to be declared that we are being put to death, to be given over to eternal misery in hell, to perish to be lost, ruined, destroyed. '

Like Zaccheus we too are lost and need to be found. Honestly admitting our faults and turning from them to Jesus without any pretensions is a mark of a disciple. It's not that hard as it's very much a 'Love thing' . Who cannot love a Saviour who accepts the unloved without hesitation, condemnation or reservation?