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A Franciscan Benediction
May God bless you with discomfort
At easy answers, half-truths and superficial relationships, So that you may
live deep within your heart
May God bless you with anger
At injustice, oppression and exploitation of people, So that you may work
for justice, freedom and peace.
May God bless you with tears
To shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger and war, So that you
may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain to joy.
And may God bless you with enough foolishness To believe that you can
make a difference in the world, So that you can do what others claim
cannot be done, To bring justice and kindness to all our children and the
poor.
Amen.
Shoe Boxes
Thank you to all who contributed to filling the shoe boxes for Romania.
Two hundred and sixty four went out from this church - thank you from me
and all the children who received them.
I am already starting to pack boxes ready for next Christmas. Not yet
Easter I can hear you say and talking of NEXT Christmas.
We have to remember that both events go hand in hand - without one we
don’t have what follows.
So with hope we go forward and remember Joyce is always ready to
receive items for the shoe boxes.
Joyce Young
Shoe Boxes 2009
It is not what we eat but what we digest that makes us strong.
Not what we gain but what we save that makes us rich.
Not what we read but what we remember that makes us learned
and not what we profess but what we practice that gives us integrity.
Anon
An extract from Hope for Life Ministries newsletter February 2010
As you are probably aware, we certainly have had our share of challenges.
However, through prayer, trusting in the Lord and perseverance, God has
helped us to be over-comers.
Jane and I, plus Les and Darol had a very
successful mission outreach in November with our own vehicle, even though
the other seventeen tonne lorry, loaded with an abundance of supplies
never set off. The main reason being that one of the drivers, Jim, was
medically advised not to undertake the journey due to a heart problem
which suddenly had been identified the day before the journey. Also, the
other driver, Bob, experienced a delay in receiving his tacho card, which he
insisted he needed to drive through Europe. An urgent attempt was made
to raise other drivers, but nothing finally emerged.
Many lives were touched and the visit to our dear friends at the leper
community was for me the highlight of the whole mission journey. These
special friends send their greetings to you and grateful thanks for your
loving kindness towards them. Many others send their love and abundant
blessings to their friends in England.
I know that Jane was very touched. She was also a great help and
blessing on this journey. Much prayer was offered also cy the Romanian
people about our plight in England. Through much prayer here, on our
return, God gave us faith, strength and guidance to return to Romania
before Christmas.
Suddenly prayer was truly answered when a team from 21
Wales - “Support for Romania”- led by Alan Penrose, kindly volunteered
drivers to transport supplies on our own vehicle alongside their own convoy
just two weeks before Christmas. We experienced lots of surprises and had
a very rewarding mission on this journey too. Praise the Lord!
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own
understanding” Proverbs 3 : 5 - 6
Because of your love and encouragement God’s people in Romania were
blessed with two thousand, seven hundred and four “gifts of love”
children’s gift boxes - delivered to seven different regions. Forty nine “gifts
of love” parcels plus five large boxes of crepe bandages - inco pads - walking
aids were delivered and gratefully received by our friends at the leper
community and residential home for the elderly at Tichilesti.
One hundred and forty “gifts of hope” parcels were prepared and personally
distributed at a special Christmas presentation service at Porta Alba prison.
Financial gifts were also used to purchase ninety six Bibles and New
Testaments to support prison ministry and Christian outreach.
Forty five boxes of dried food and cooking oil plus new or nearly new
clothes - shoes - educational supplies - baby supplies - towels - warm
blankets and bedding - household supplies were distributed to poor families
and support groups.
Financial gifts were a great blessing. They were used to purchase a large
consignment of food to prepare sixty four food parcels plus support, for our
friends at the gypsy community at Inca, Western Oradea.
Thank God every morning, when you get up, that you have something to
do, which must be done whether you like it or not.
I go to bed grateful and I wake up thankful.
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
Would you give a third of your salary
away?
I read an article in a national newspaper recently concerning a thirty year
old research associate at Oxford University who was pledging to give away
a third of his salary for one year and thereafter ten per cent of his salary.
He stated that we are all millionaires compared with those who scratch a
living on a “dollar a day”.
He has a website (givingwhatwecan.org) on
which he quotes a United Nations estimate that the amount that
Europeans and Americans spend on perfume and pet food annually could
provide water, sanitation, basic education, nutrition and healthcare for the
world’s poorest.
Makes you think, doesn’t it?
Being a street pastor : A true story
I would freely admit that I prefer my people in ones and twos rather than
hordes, but the idea of “loving my street” was so inspiring that I just had
to get on and do something about it.
Getting started was easy. I drew a
plan of the road and wrote on the number of each house and the names of
the people, if I knew who lived there. I had quite a few gaps! Over the
months I began praying for my neighbours. I liked it because it was secret.
No one knew what I was doing. I didn’t have to talk to anyone. It was
quite safe!
One day I noticed a car on a drive that had not been there before. It was
there every day and, as I passed one afternoon, another car drew up and
three people got out. We all said hello, continued on our ways and went
indoors. Opening my own front door, I could have kicked myself. It had
been the perfect opportunity to introduce myself and add a name to a gap
in my road plan, but I had not been brave enough.
Summoning all my
courage, I went back and rang the door bell. I met a frightened mum-to-be,
at home for bed rest because of the danger of a miscarriage, and her
parents. We arranged that I’d go for a coffee the following week.
Throughout the pregnancy I was able to pray for the unborn baby, who
finally arrived safe and sound five months later.
Feeling encouraged, I began asking God for a way to meet other “gaps” on
the road plan. The idea came out of the blue : I was just flicking through
the free magazine at the supermarket checkout when a feature caught my
eye. It was a menu for a New Year’s Eve dinner party complete with
recipes. There were instructions for the host to share out the courses
between the guests, who were to prepare the dishes in advance and bring
them along on the night. It instantly appealed to me because it had all
the fun of entertaining without all the work! It was exactly what I was
looking for. Tentatively, I posted a note through the neighbours’ doors.
Unexpectedly the response was positive.
When the evening came it was obvious that people didn’t know each other
much beyond a polite “good morning - nice weather”, and the
conversation was a bit stilted. However, champagne eased the nerves a bit
and all went well. Actually, the food was excellent! Then the unexpected
happened. Just as dessert was being served there was a long ring on the
doorbell and in burst Paul and Eleanor : “You’ll never guess what! We’ve
got engaged!” Amidst all the congratulations (and introductions) the final
shreds of awkwardness completely evaporated. Suddenly everyone had a
story to tell of how they had met and fallen in love. And then it wasn’t just
me who had opened the door. Now my neighbours were leaning
dangerously out of their open windows and calling a warm welcome to
others to “come inside”.
VALUE THE PRESENT
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with
£86,400.
It carries over no balance from day to day.
Every evening it deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use
during the day.
What would you do?
Draw out every penny, of course!
Each of us has such a bank.
Its name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night, it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest
to good purpose.
It carries over no balance.
It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you.
Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours.
There is no going back.
There is no drawing against the “tomorrow”.
You must live in the present day’s deposits.
Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running.
Make the most of today.
To realise the value of ONE YEAR, ask the student who failed an exam.
To realise the value of ONE MONTH, ask the mother who gave birth to a
premature baby.
To realise the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realise the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realise the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realise the value of ONE SECOND, ask the person who just avoided an
accident.
To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won the
silver medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have!
And treasure it more because you have shared it with someone special,
special enough to spend your time.
And remember, time waits for no-one.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift.
That’s why it’s called the present!
Called to Serve
Heather Alford has been a supporter for many years, but never
anticipated just how God would call her to be involved in the Mission in
2009.
After I had retired as a physiotherapist I found myself asking what it was
that God wanted me to do with the rest of my life. I have always enjoyed
good health and although I had reached retirement age I did not feel I had
completely passed my sell -by date.
Then, in God’s good time, the answer came! While I was inputting my
Christmas order to The Leprosy Mission online I noticed the information
toolbar offered “about us”. I clicked and the word “volunteering” jumped
out at me. Again I clicked and the screen seemed filled with the words
“Physiotherapist wanted” - here was my answer. It had not occurred to me
before that the skills God might want me to use were the skills I already
had.
I have just come home from spending five months at The Leprosy Mission’s
Anandaban hospital in Nepal.. There I was able to assist locally trained
physiotherapists with the rehabilitation of patients affected by leprosy. Most
of the patients had been given surgical procedures which transferred
tendons in their hands or feet, transforming their appearance and increasing
functionality.
When I arrived I felt very much the new girl. I had not seen a person
affected by leprosy before. The physiotherapists are such experts in their
field and quickly taught me how to work with patients having tendon
transfers. In return I was able to help them with assessing and treating
lower back pain and neck stiffness that in the West is so common.
I was
constantly impressed with the resourcefulness and ingenuity of the staff. All
splinting and plastering was done in the physiotherapy department and I
soon learnt that nothing is thrown away. You never know when it might
come in handy. I must admit I would not have thought that I could splint a
finger with an odd piece of wood but when needs must, you do.
It was distressing to see young people whose hands or feet have been
severely weakened by nerve damage from leprosy, when I knew that with
early treatment this could be avoided. The stigma that is so prevalent in
Nepal means that many do not present themselves for treatment while they
can hide their symptoms. Often this leaves them with irreversible muscle
damage.
At Anandaban I also found it very strengthening to meet together with
fellow Christians each morning for a quiet time of Bible reading and prayer
before we started work. These meetings helped me to appreciate that God’s
love and care continues to be abundant to us all wherever we are.
Maya came to Anandaban because she had a foot ulcer and needed to be
hospitalised for rest. She is twenty-three years old and lives at her family
home in the central hill district of Ramechap. Her local community will have
nothing to do with her because of the leprosy, even though she has had
multidrug therapy and has been free from of the actual disease for a long
time. All the small muscles of her hands are paralysed and her fingers
clawed.
In my inexperience I could not imagine that the tightened soft tissue of her
palms could ever be flexible enough to make surgery a possibility. I had
underestimated the patience and expertise of my colleagues.
Day by day and week by week they stretched, plastered and extended
Maya’s fingers. Gradually over three months, they were able to increase
movement in her joints until she could straighten her fingers completely.
The first operation Maya had was to her thumb to allow her to bring it
across her palm to form a grip. Her next operation will be to give her
movement in her fingers, enabling her to grasp with her whole hand.
To see
the difference , not only in Maya’s fingers but also in her face, was a
privilege I will always cherish. She is just one of many who desperately
need help from hospitals, like Anandaban, where skilled professionals are
working in the most basic conditions to bring new hope to young and old
alike. From the Leprosy Mission Newsletter
The writing on the wall
Graffiti on a wall in New York City
I was hungry
and you formed a debating society to discuss it.
I was imprisoned
and you complained about the crime rate.
I was naked
and you debated the morality of my appearance.
I was sick
and you thanked God for your health.
I was homeless and you preached to me
about the shelter of God’s love.
You seem so holy and close to God
But I’m still hungry, lonely, cold and in pain.
Does it matter?
Gambian Methodism
As the Gambian Methodist Church comes to terms with its newly acquired
autonomy from British Methodism, how will it cope with “the brain drain”
that attracts its ordained ministers overseas, asks Laurence Wareing.
When the Rev Professor Peter Stephens becomes President of the Methodist
Church in The Gambia next June, he will become the second person to hold
the post since May 2009, when the Church became autonomous from the
British Methodist Church. This will mean that no Gambian has yet been
elected to a post that requires at least ten years of experience in the
ministry in order to be eligible for nomination.
What does this say about Methodism in this part of Africa? British Mission
Partners, John and Jill Stedman, who served in the country for ten years
from 1984 offer their insight, “Autonomy has been discussed for many years
and its achievement has been welcomed widely. Some Gambians, though,
do remain apprehensive about how well they can cope with the new
arrangements”.
“The bright, ordained ministers are either working in other fields or go
abroad”, says John - especially to America, where many have put down
roots after gaining further qualifications. The Gambia itself has retained few
young men and women in full-time ordained ministry.
Autonomy has undoubtedly offered Gambian Methodists a real sense of
pride, but its internal structures are closely modelled on the British “mother”
Church of the early 1950s, and its financial independence is problematic.
“Growing up” will take time. Nevertheless, new urban areas in this
relatively small African nation are already being served by new Methodist
ministries and John believes that the influence of younger men and women
will slowly develop a distinctively African identity for World Methodism’s
youngest Church.
A Tale of a Donkey
Long ago, in a country far away, two donkeys sat talking. One was young
- the other was old.
“When I grow up”, said the young one, “ I want to travel and see a bit of
the world. I don’t want to stay on this farm for the rest of my life! Have
you ever been anywhere?” The old donkey seemed to take a long time
before he replied, “ I once travelled to Jerusalem, but it wasn’t like any
other journey, because I carried a King on my back”.
“A King!” said the young donkey, “Did he wear a crown?” “ No, he was
dressed just like everyone else. A tall man with kind eyes, and I expected
him to feel heavy, but when I started walking, it was as if I was floating
above the ground. Then the strangest thing happened. People came into
the street, and children climbed the trees, breaking off palms. They shouted,
“Here comes the King - hooray - hosanna to the King”, and they
spread the palms over the ground to make a soft, silky carpet.
When we reached Jerusalem, the King got down, stroked my back and said,
thank you for the ride little donkey - from now on until the end of time,
people will talk about you!
Then my owner arrived to take me back home. “Well done, my little
friend”, he said. “I see Jesus has left his mark on you”. Sure enough where
his hand touched my back there was a cross”.
Next time you are close to a donkey, look for the cross on its back.
News from the Church of North India
Catholic Church in India asserts right to evangelize.
Mumbai, India, 26th October - The Roman Catholic Church in India at its
first ever national mission congress has said that neither threats nor
harassment will prevent it from pursuing a path of evengelisation that also
takes heed of the sensitivities of other faiths. “We will not be afraid to
proclaim what Jesus means to us by word. No opposition, no fear of
persecution will deter us”, stated a message from the Indian Mission
Congress attended by 1200 delegates from 160 dioceses from 14 to 18
October in Mumbai. Quoting St Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians (9:16)
the message said “In every way, proclaim we must : ‘Woe to me if I do not
proclaim the Gospel’”. Further, the message reiterated that the right to
evengelise is a “human right enshrined in the constitution of our nation”.
The Indian constitution states that, “ Subject to public order, morality and
health and to other provisions, all persons are equally entitled to freedom of
conscience and the right freely to profess, practise and propagate religion”.
Cardinal Oswald Gracias, archbishop of Mumbai and chairman of the
Congress said,“Evangelization is telling the story of Jesus and his message.
That is the mandate we have received as Christians and we cannot
compromise on it”.
When asked about suspicions that other faiths have about Christian
evengelization, Cardinal Gracias said. “Misunderstanding comes when others
treat it as a threat”. he added, “We have also a duty to be sensitive to
other faiths while preaching the good news”. The Cardinal said that the
mission congress had addressed the concerns of other faiths about Christian
evangelization and that the final message stated the Catholic Church, “ will
proclaim Jesus in a manner respectful of the beliefs and religious practices of
others”.
Inter-religious dialogue is also seen as part of the evangelization process.
“ Living in a pluralistic world, the Church seeks to appreciate the religious
richness of the others because she ‘rejects nothing that is true and holy in
these religions’”, the statement asserted. “Works of mercy and
compassion” as well as “developmental work” are also forms of
evangelization. In India, the Catholic Church is one of the most visible
Christian institutions with its many centres for education, healthcare and
social services.
M-O-T-H-E-R
M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she’s growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold,
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she’ll always be.
Put them all together and they spell
MOTHER,
A word that means the world to me.