Needing Your Prayers

Hi everyone sorry i havent been blogging for a while, however both Pat and I need your prayers at this moment due to the sad loss of Pat's father Alfie Moore. Please pray for strength and guidance for us at this trying time your prayers would be much appreciated needed, as it is good to know we have friends when needed. I can tell you that Alfie made his peace with God so that is a blessing to know that he is with our Lord and Saviour.....Amen.

Another Summer School Over

Dinner time and sister Karen has just gone up to ask for more, brother Stan can't believe it, and brother Dave is just totaly bewildered over the mornings activities. Sister Sylvia is telling the gang to get a grip. Way to go Sis...

Here's the children happy at their lessons, what's that Henry you can't take any more!!!

Here is brother Billy studying, oops my mistake he's doing the word search

Here is brother Mark reading the first lesson, that guy was born to teach!

Way to go bro!

Seriously though the whole week was a real blessing, the kids enjoyed it and the grown ups did to, can't wait for next year. May God bless them all and their represented families, through Christ our Lord....Amen

Holiday Snaps

Hi everyone i just thoght you might want to see these snaps, this church is so massive i had to take the photos from way off.

This is one of the oldest and the biggest churches in North Wales which is on the coast line.

The Lost Chord

Hi i just want to share the words of this old poem/song written in 1846 by a lady called
Adelaide A. Procter, all i've found out so far is that she wrote this and a gentleman by the name of Arthur S. Sullivan wrote the music to it in 1876. If any of you could give me further information would you let me know please.

The Lost Chord

Seated one day at the organ, i was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys;
I know not what i was playing, Or what i was dreaming then,
But i struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen,
Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight, Like the close of an angel's psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit, With a touch of infinite calm,
It quieted pain and sorrow, Like love overcoming strife,
It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life,
It linked all the perplexed meanings into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence, As if it were loth to cease;
I have sought but i seek it vainly, That one lost chord devine,
Which came from the soul of the organ, And entered into mine.

It may be that death's bright angel will speak in that chord again;
It may be that only in Heaven i shall hear that great Amen.
It may be that death's bright angel will speak in that chord again;
It may be that only in Heaven i shall hear that great Amen.

The Last Service

Pastor mark closing the last service at the Calger for another year, looking forward to next year God willing, that is unless the rapture comes before then (even better). Till then may God keep us safe in His tender care God bless.....Amen!

The Congregation

A good time was had by all...Amen!

God bless the Little ones