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Parish Newsletter No 4 December 2004
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    Christmas is almost with us once again and as we approach the season of Peace and Joy some of us may well be wishing that it was all over. For some, this Christmas will be the first time when loved ones are not at the table with us; for others, perhaps you are simply sickened with the amount of tinsel that now surrounds the season through increasing commercialism. And for others it can be a time of stress and anxiety as family relationships can be tested. But if we strip these things away and examine the heart of the message, that is that Love came down at Christmas and broke into a messed up world, then surely we can share in the Good News which was announced to frightened shepherds on a hill-side. Yes of course there will be times when we feel like those shepherds, perhaps isolated and certainly afraid. But in Jesus, God took on flesh and His love broke into our lives in a way which changed the world and continues to do so through faith in Christ our Saviour. If you are in that position that you simply wish that the whole thing was over, I would encourage you to stand in the shoes of those shepherds and experience their sense of awe and wonder and to come and Adore Him for He is Christ the Lord. We as a family wish you all a blessed Christmas, with Christ at the centre of your lives, and may you know His Peace and share His Joy with your family and friends as you recall and celebrate the true message of Christmas.

Holly       Geoff                  Holly

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THE ART COLLECTOR'S SON
Author Unknown

Years ago, there was a very wealthy man who, with his devoted young son, shared a passion for art collecting. Together they travelled around the world, adding only the finest art treasures to their collection.
Priceless works by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet and many others adorned the walls of the family estate. The widowed, elder man looked on with satisfaction as his only child became an experienced art collector. The son's trained eye and sharp business mind caused his father to beam with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.
As winter approached, war engulfed the nation, and the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action. The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again.
Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while rushing a fellow soldier to a medic. Distraught and lonely, the old man faced the upcoming Christmas holidays with anguish and sadness. The joy of the season, a season that he and his son had so looked forward to, would visit his house no longer.
On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a soldier with a large package in his hand. He introduced himself to the man by saying, "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you."
As the two began to talk, the solider told of how the man's son had told everyone of his, not to mention his father's, love of fine art. "I'm an artist," said the soldier, "and I want to give you this." As the old man unwrapped the package, the paper gave way to reveal a portrait of the man's son. Though the world would never consider it the work of a genius, the painting featured the young man's face in striking detail. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier, promising to hang the picture above the fireplace."
A few hours later, after the soldier had departed, the old man set about his task. True to his word, the painting went above the fireplace, pushing aside many thousands of pounds worth of paintings. And then the man sat in his chair and spent Christmas gazing at the gift he had been given.
During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that even though his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would live on because of those he had touched. He would soon learn that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the grief. The painting of his son soon became his most prized possession, far eclipsing any interest in the pieces for which museums around the world clamoured.
He told his neighbours it was the greatest gift he had ever received.
The following spring, the old man became ill and passed away. The art world was in anticipation! Unmindful of the story of the man's only son, but in his honour, those paintings would be sold at an auction. According to the will of the old man, all of the art works would be auctioned on Christmas Day, the day he had received his greatest gift.
The day soon arrived and art collectors from around the world gathered to bid on some of the world's most spectacular paintings. Dreams would be fulfilled this day; greatness would be achieved as many would claim, "I have the greatest collection."
The auction began with a painting that was not on any museum's wanted list. It was the painting of the man's son. The auctioneer asked for an opening bid. The room was silent. "Who will open the bidding with one hundred pounds?" he asked. Minutes passed. No one spoke. From the back of the room came, "Who cares about that painting? It's just a picture of his son. Let's forget it and go on to the good stuff." More voices echoed in agreement. "No, we have to sell this one first," replied the auctioneer. "Now, who will take the son?" Finally, a friend of the old man spoke, "Will you take twenty pounds for the painting? That's all I have. I knew the boy, so I'd like to have it." "I only have twenty pounds with me. Will anyone go higher?" called the auctioneer. After more silence, the auctioneer said, "Going once, going twice. Gone." The gavel fell. Cheers filled the room and someone exclaimed, "Now we can get on with it and we can bid on these treasures!"
The auctioneer looked at the audience and announced the auction was over. Stunned disbelief quieted the room. Someone spoke up and asked, "What do you mean it's over? We didn't come here for a picture of some old guy's son. What about all of these paintings? There are many millions of pounds worth of art here! I demand that you explain what's going on here!" The auctioneer replied, "It's very simple. According to the will of the father, whoever takes the son ......gets it all."
Just as those art collectors discovered on that Christmas Day, the message is still the same: the love of a Father, a Father whose greatest joy came from His Son, who went away and gave His life rescuing others. And because of that Father's love, whoever takes the Son, gets it all!

Remember He is the Reason for the Season!

Many Thanks to JerryBoy who sent this to the ie55.outlookexpress.stationery newsgroup.

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    News Items

 
United Service at Ballyconnell
Our next united service within the group will be in Tomregan Parish Church, Ballyconnell on Sunday 16th January 2005. These united services have certainly proved to be a real joy to me as I have seen the Holy Spirit blessing all of us through the ministry of our young people. I understand that these services are not quite what the group has been accustomed to but I believe that by getting more people involved in leading worship we become more active, vibrant and alive in our own spiritual lives. At our next service the theme will be Thy Kingdom Come and we will be exploring what these words from our Lord’s prayer meant in 1st century Palestine and what they mean for us today. Please do come along and support these united services and be an encouragement to our young people as they once again serve the Church that is the body of Christ.

A Huge Thank You
To everyone who supported the recent Annual Sale of Work in Swanlinbar. A great day was had by all and somewhere in excess of €3000 was raised. I had never experienced a sale of work prior to this and was delighted to see the way in which people from the whole community turned out on the day. Thank you once again.

Well done!
To Caroline Morton of Tomregan Parish on obtaining her Bachelor of Science degree in Occupational Safety and Health from the Institute of Technology, Sligo. Caroline, we congratulate you on your success and wish you every blessing as you put your learning into practice!

Bereavement
It is with sadness that I inform you of the death of the father of a former rector of the group. Canon Robert Keogh’s father Eric died a few weeks ago and we extend sincere condolences to him and the whole family circle at this difficult time. May you all know God’s promise to be a comforter, through His Holy Spirit, to those who mourn at this time.

Mad Craft Circle
Will be meeting once again on Monday 25th January 2005. This event is designed to equip leaders who are working with children and young people. The main area of work is in relation to the development of skills which will enhance teaching opportunities with children and young people through the use of crafts. The last time the Circle met was in St Paul’s minor hall and I saw something of the work of the ladies on the night. I have to say that I was amazed at the crafts which I saw being produced and felt that this is certainly something which all of our Sunday School teachers should try and attend. The venue of the next meeting is yet to be decided but will be circulated as soon as it is known. Please do give this serious consideration and continue to remember the work of our Sunday School teachers in your own prayers.

Scribe Subscriptions
Are now due! The level of subscriptions has not increased, remaining at €15.25 or £10.70 per annum. Please send your subscriptions to either Hazel Crawford (048 6634 8203) or Eileen Moffitt (048 6634 8648)
The Sick and Unwell
Must be a priority in my ministry. Over the past couple of weeks I became aware that a number of parishioners in the group were unwell and had been for some time. This only came to my attention through missing people from the pews and subsequently calling, or purely by accident. I would ask that people do inform me of illness or sickness that they become aware of, particularly with the elderly as I am unable to provide the correct level of pastoral care to those in need unless I am aware of the need in the first instance. I know that many people might think that someone else will tell the minister, but if everyone thinks in that way then I never hear anything!! Please do not take this as a chastisement of you as an individual or indeed the group as a whole but please do let me know if you are aware of a pastoral need.

One for the men !!!
At the recent sale of work in Swanlinbar, Naomi provided some home-made spicy parsnip soup and a number of ladies have requested the recipe. We thought that perhaps it would be of wider interest to the group, so here it is;
2 tablespoons of oil
1 onion (chopped)
1 tablespoon of curry paste
2 lbs of parsnips (cubed)
4 pints of chicken stock
season with salt and black pepper
¼ pint double cream
freshly chopped coriander to garnish (optional).
Heat oil in large pan and fry onion until softened.
Add curry paste and mix well.
Mix in parsnips, stock and seasoning and bring to boil.
Reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes.
Blend in food processor.
Add cream to soup to serve.
BON APPETIT!

Please remember.
This is your Church Group Newsletter and needs your contributions! Please send them to me at the rectory or by email to geoffwilson@utvinternet.com Photos, articles or ideas would all be very welcome.

Parish Dance
Dance off those extra pounds gained over the festive period at a function in St Paul’s hall,
Kinawley! At 9.30 pm on Monday 27th December there will be a social/dance in the Parish hall; tickets will be at the bargain price of £4 and of course everyone is welcome.

 

Christmas Stories

The Gift

Thanks for the electric guitar you gave me for Christmas," little Chris Carroll said to his uncle the first time he saw him after the holidays. "It's the best present I ever got."
"That's great," said his uncle. "Do you know how to play it?"
"Oh, I don't play it," the little fellow said. "My mum gives me a euro a day not to play it during the day and my dad gives me five euros a week not to play it at night.

 

 

Jesus is Better Than Santa

Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.

Santa rides in a sleigh
JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.

Santa comes but once a year
JESUS is an ever present help.

Santa fills your stockings with goodies
JESUS supplies all your needs.

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited
JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then enters your heart.

You have to stand in line to see Santa
JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.

Santa lets you sit on his lap
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.

Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl, What's your name?"
JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name, He knows our address too. He knows our history and future and He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly
JESUS has a heart full of love.

All Santa can offer is HO HO HO
JESUS offers health, help and hope.

Santa says "You better not cry"
JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.

Santa's little helpers make toys
JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds mansions.

Santa may make you chuckle but
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.

While Santa puts gifts under your tree
JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.

It's obvious there is really no comparison.
We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.
We need to put Christ back in Christmas.
Jesus is still the reason for the season.
Yes, Jesus is better, he is even better than Santa Claus!

 

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It Takes A Child

Except for the Christmas story told in the New Testament, the narrative that follows is the most powerful Christmas story I have ever read. Although the magazine that originally printed the story is no longer in business, the publisher has graciously given permission to reprint the following shortened version. This is a first-person account from a mother about her family as they ate dinner on Christmas Day in a small restaurant many miles from their home. Nancy, the mother, relates:
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat; dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there." Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labour -- gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.
No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time! I stood awestruck. The old man rocked &cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest -- unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car.
My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking -- "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" -- when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."


The Lost Purse

A lady lost her handbag in the bustle of Christmas shopping. It was found by an honest little boy and returned to her. Looking in her purse, she commented, "Hmmm.... That's funny. When I lost my bag there was a €20 note in it. Now there are three €5 notes and five €1 coins."

The boy quickly replied, "That's right, lady. The last time I found a lady's purse, she didn't have any change for a reward."

 

 

A Christmas Poem

"Daddy", she said, her eyes full of tears,
"will you talk to me and quiet my fears?
Those bad boys at school are spreading a lie
'bout the impossibility of reindeer that fly.
There's no Santa Claus, they say with a grin
there's not one now and there never has been.
How can one man take all of those toys
to thousands of girls and boys?
But I told them Daddy, that they were not right,
that I would come home and find out tonight.
Mama said wait until you come home.
Please tell me now that I was not wrong."

Her Daddy looked at her questioning face
and puffed his pipe while his frantic mind raced.
He had put this off as long as he could,
he had to think fast and it better be good.
Whispering a prayer, he began with a smile,
"well climb on my lap, dear, let's talk awhile."

"Remember at church how we learned to pray,
asking God to take care of us each day?
And you know how we say grace before each meal?
To this same God whom we know to be real.
Though we never see Him, we know He is there
watching His children with such loving care."

"God started Christmas a long time ago
when He gave us His Son to love and to know.
A spirit of giving came with that birth,
and God's generosity filled the whole earth.
Man had to name this spirit of giving
just as he names all things that are living."

"The name Santa Claus came to someone's mind
probably the best name of any to find.
There is, you can see, and I think quite clear
Truly a Santa who visits each year.
That spirit of giving, which we never see,
Enters the hearts of your mother and me."

"Each year at Christmas for one special night
we become him and make everything right.
But the REAL spirit of Christmas is in you and in me
and I hope you are old enough now to see
that as we believe and continue to give,
our friend Santa Claus will continue to live.

"I wish you all the Magic of Christmas thru the eyes of a child!
 

 

Santa
Santa


   Prayer points for December / January

Prayer matters in the life of a Christian, The prayer of the righteous is powerful and effective (Jam 5: 16).  Please pray for the following on the day of the week indicated;

  • Monday For all those who are sick or unwell within our group, that they would know God’s comfort and blessing in the midst of their situation;

  • Tuesday For those recently bereaved or for whom Christmas brings with it memories of loved ones departed; that God’s comfort would be real and tangible in their lives;

  • Wednesday For all road users, particularly those travelling home for the Christmas holidays; that they would know that God goes before them and watches over them;

  • Thursday For those parts of the world that are experiencing warfare at this time; that the peace of God would break in to those situations and that justice would be restored;

  • Friday For our children at this Christmas time; that they would understand the true meaning of Christmas and that we would not obscure it with the wrapping paper of commercialism;

  • Saturday For our Church and its witness in our communities; that we might have opportunities to witness to the love of God as a Church in our communities;

  • Sunday For the communities within which we live; for good relations with our neighbours, particularly during this season of peace and goodwill.

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Service Schedule for January and February
Unfortunately this schedule was not available in time for the printed Newsletter but should be correct here.

   
St Augustine's
Swanlinbar
St Paul's
Kinawley
St Peter's
Templeport
TomRegan
Ballyconnell
Date
Event
Time
Service
Leader
Time
Service
Leader
Time
Service
Leader
Time
Service
Leader
Sun 2 Jan 2nd of Christmas
-
-
-
10 am
M.P.
G.W.
11.30
M.P.
G.W.
11.30
H.C.
R.T.
Sun 9 Jan 1st aft Epiphany
10 am
H.C.
R.T.
-
-
-
11.30
H.C.
R.T.
11.30
M.P.
Mrs M Crawford
Sun 16 Jan 2nd aft Epiphany
-
-.
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
11.30
Family
G.W.
Sun 23 Jan 3rd aft Epiphany
-
-
-
10 am
M.P.
G.W.
11.30
M.P.
G.W.
11.30
M.P.
Mr M. Foster
Sun 30 Jan 4th aft Epiphany
10 am
M.P.
G.W.
-
-
-
11.30
M.P.
Mr J. Wilson
11.30
M.P.
G.W.
Sun 6 Feb Sun before Lent
10 am
M.P.
G.W.
-
-
-
11.30
M.P.
G.W.
11.30
H.C.
R.T.
Sun 13 Feb 1st in Lent
-
-
-
10 am
H.C.
R.T.&G.W
11.30
H.C.
R.T.
11.30
M.P.
G.W.
Sun 20 Feb
2 ndin Lent
-
-
-
-
-
-
11.30
Family
G.W.
-
-
-
Sun 27 Feb 3rd in Lent
10 am
M.P.
G.W.
-
-
-
11.30
M.P.
G.W.
11.30
M.P.
Mrs A Reilly

 


Service Schedule changes will be posted on:
http://www.swanlinbar.kilmore.anglican.org/pages/schedule.htm


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