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Dear friends,

Back in June 2003 Joan Tudhope wrote the following, reporting on the joint away day we had just held.

“….In the second session: ‘Where have all the younger people gone?’ Fr. Paul Robinson from St. Thomas’s Lydiate, gave us a very lively and thought-provoking presentation. He said there was no easy answer, but that children needed to be encouraged as much as possible to join in the worship and ‘do’ things; not be turned away just because adults find them distracting, and that they wanted to be treated as equals and not patronised. A number of suggestions were made as a result of this session. The PCCs agreed that some services each year would be devised and run by young people and that visits to alternative options for worship would be arranged.”

A quick glance through the archives shows this is not the first time we have talked about arranging worship with our young people in mind on a particular Sunday of the month. It was being talked about before I arrived! And glancing through at a magazine from early 2004 Chris Price wrote (reporting from a PCC meeting): Future Parade Services would feature a greater contribution from our various youth organisations, and the service on the first Sunday of each month would be made more child-friendly and possibly a little shorter.”

And so it was that last Advent we made a concerted effort to put these words into actions and with the full backing of the PCC and the encouragement of the Mission Group Survey gave a mandate to a small working group to devise and plan the liturgy for the Eucharist on the First Sunday of the month. Part of the PCC’s commitment was that we would review the process after a year and so, by the time you read this, plans will be well under way for such a review process.

As someone said to me the other day – the problem is we have talked about this for years but only now are actually making it happen. I don’t think that is entirely true but 2
I guess there will always be a painful shift from talking (endlessly at times!) about certain issues and actually doing something about them! Perhaps the great sin is putting our words into actions?

Something that is new from the Autumn is a celebration of the Eucharist at 9am on Thursday with special prayers for the mission of our parish. One parishioner commented “do you think it will do any good?” The honest answer was “I don’t know!” It can certainly do no harm! We put such great store by the way liturgy is conducted – what we like, what we dislike, but we can so easily overlook a discipline of prayer. Sunday worship and daily personal prayer are quite different things.
That is why during the month of August I mentioned more than once the importance of sharing in the Eucharist during the week. And I would like to reinforce that here, particularly for those who find that Sunday is a busy day (choir, servers, Sunday school teachers, Eucharistic ministers, welcomers, coffee makers and so on). If you are on duty in the hall serving coffee (and you have had to miss the thanksgiving prayer at the end of the eucharist because you have had to go and switch the boiler on) why not come during the week to offer that prayer of thanks? If you have spent most of the service worrying about singing the new anthem – why not come during the week when you don’t need to worry about notes! If we all found 20 minutes to come to a weekday mass we would be giving our spiritual lives such a boost, and in so doing will find the strength to be more effective Christians in our everyday busy lives.

We can only ever go forward – in our own personal lives and in the life of our church. Let us do so with open minds, with open hearts, and with souls that are connected to God through regular and disciplined lives of prayer. Will it do any good? Let’s see!

With my love and prayers

Fr Neil

Patronal Festival Celebrations 2006

Friday 6th October at 8pm
Solemn Eucharist
Preacher: The Right Reverend John Goddard, Bishop of Burnley
Music: Schubert in G
Buffet supper following Mass

Saturday 7th October 2006 at 7.30pm
Patronal Festival Concert
for the Waterloo Partnership
(supporting the people of Waterloo, Sierra Leone)

Ann Marie Connors – Soprano
Neil Kelley – Piano

Songs by Purcell, Schubert, Brahms, Rachmaninov and Tchaikovsky
Tickets: £7.50 (concessions £6.50) to include an interval glass of wine

for information on the work of the Waterloo Partnership visit www.waterloopartnership.co.uk


The Man for the Ministry

Martin Jones’s latest report from the Ordination Front Line

Hello again, on a scale of 1 – 9, I’m on 7. 

The highlight of term 6 has to be its final weekend, the commendation service for outgoing students. The commendation service, at the end of June serves as a graduation day for the student (sometimes followed the next day by ordination).  It is a service during which the Principal anoints each Ordinand on the palms and forehead with oil, and each is commended to their future parish.  It was especially poignant this year, as those students who started with me in September 2004, and who only train for two years, were now being commended, four in all. It was a special moment for them of course, but it was also special for the rest of us as we laughed with them, and prayed for them.
 
I think that term 6 will also be remembered as one of routine, or am I just getting used to it?  Don’t get me wrong, the subject of the term, Church History from the Fathers to the Reformation was and still is fascinating. As some of you know my essay subject was St. Augustine’s understanding of the Trinity.  Somebody please tell me, why did I pick the Trinity?

All joking aside, the essay was a real challenge: trying to get to grips with the core of our faith, a concept that separates us from the other ‘people of the book,’ (or do our similarities unite us?) was something I needed to do.  And at the end of it all St. Augustine tells us to continually search for God’s face and when we cry ‘alleluia’ in joyous understanding, it might be apt to remind ourselves:

‘For if thou hast been able to comprehend what thou wouldest say, it is not God; if thou hast been able to comprehend it, thou hast comprehended something else instead of God…thou hast deceived thyself.’ (Augustine, Sermon 2 on the New Testament of the words of St. Matthew’s Gospel, Chap III. 13, ‘Then Jesus cometh from Galilee to the Jordan unto John, to be baptized of him.’ Concerning the Trinity. Paragraph 16. 6.10.05. Copyright 2005 K. Knight. 06.07.06.
<http://www.newadvent. org/fathers/160302.htm>)

I don’t think that the Church of England and NOC could have put any more into this ‘summer.’ The end of the second year is the time for Ordinands and DDO’s to get together and to discuss future training parishes. Many things have to be taken into consideration, personalities of the Ordinand and the incumbent, the churchmanship of the parish, its location, will Miriam like it? etc. etc.  Other Ordinands have to consider moving house and schools, even diocese, so it’s a stressful time and a time for making life-changing decisions.  Miriam and I are now undergoing this process and we are yet to come out of ‘the other side,’ I’ll keep you posted.

NOC has kept me busy with plenty of essays over the summer which has me resident in the spare bedroom (the study) over the last eight weeks and now, with the work completed, Miriam and I can look forward to our two weeks holiday before starting back in September.

As I write I am four weeks away from starting my final year with ordination only ten months away (scary, isn’t it) but all this talk of training parishes and ordination, although wanting to be at the forefront of my mind, cannot be just yet.  There are still three very different terms and an Easter school ahead, each with their own academic and formational challenges, term 7 is ‘Christian approaches to ethics in contemporary society.’

My best wishes to you all,

Martin


A Letter from Norfolk

This missive has been promised for some considerable time and is prompted, now, by a visit to an enchanting little church; but more of that later, as first, I must relate some of the coincidences that have occurred during the last twelve months.

On arriving in Norfolk I joined my son and his family at their home in the small village of Beetley. Most churches here are in a local Benefice and do not have a service each Sunday. When I did attend the church in the village I was surprised and delighted to find the kneeler in the pew was the same design as one I had worked for S.Faith’s: the only one of that design in S.Faith’s and in the Beetley church. The Rector had connections with Crosby also as his father had attended Merchant Taylors’ School and had lived in Southport.

After six months in Beetley we bought a former pub in Whissonsett and have converted the stables into separate living accommodation for me. It has made a delightful bungalow. We are now in the Upper Wensum Valley Benefice, a Deanery in its own right. There are seven churches involved with the Vicar and a Reader as the only appointed help. Some extra assistance is given by two retired clergy and services are at present held on a regular basis, even if not weekly. Sometimes the congregation has to await the arrival of the organist and minister if an earlier service elsewhere has overrun. Group services are held once or twice a month and the children’s church meets once a month. It is encouraging to see that the children’s church is increasing in numbers and on occasions may have more attending than at the adults’ service.

We have a House Group which was very welcoming on my arrival in this village. At one of the first meetings I attended, I was introduced to Joyce from Liverpool. The leader of the group enquired if we came from the same area and Joyce replied ‘Well I was born in Brooke Road, Waterloo.’ For many years I had lived in the next road! A further coincidence within the group was to hear that Pat and her husband Mark had been missionaries in Nigeria and Pat had sailed from Liverpool to join her husband in Nigeria at Awka. The church there was S. Faith’s (another one for you, Chris).

Of course Norfolk itself has many references to S. Faith: a Close, a Drive, a Lane and a Road, besides the Crematorium and a church in Lenwade. It is an area of great historical interest and beauty which brings me to a visit the House group made to S. Mary’s in what was a small hamlet once described as Houghton Town, near Swaffham. We had been encouraged to go to view some stucco paintings dating from the 9th, 13th and 14th centuries. These were not on view when we arrived because Heritage funds had just been received and conservationists were at work.

The church had lain hidden for many years until 1992 when a passer by returned home to her husband, Bob Davey, and said that she thought a church was there. Bob immediately went to look and to hear him tell of his discovery and the subsequent work and battles to save this wonderful little church is to hear of one man’s dedication to his love of old churches and this one in particular.

Surrounding the church is evidence of Stone Age, Bronze Age and Iron Age settlements. Some of the bricks in the building itself are Roman. The whole area encapsulates the changing times of England since 700 A.D. We enjoyed our lunch in the graveyard/garden amongst the buddleia and hollyhocks, in lovely sunshine with the birds singing in the hedgerows and trees. This church which faced deconsecration is alive and well and last year it attracted over 4000 visitors. It is a place for contemplation and meditation as well as services and it is all due to the initial efforts of one man. A visit is a must if you are in the area. To all of you who said Norfolk is a beautiful county - you are so right.

My regards to one and all.

Hilary Pennington

Food for Thought

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which  she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and  miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. ‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’

The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?  That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this   beauty to grace the house.’

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and  rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

Honk if you love Jesus

Got a letter from Grandma the other day.  She writes...

The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a "Honk if you love Jesus" bumper sticker.

I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, I’m glad I did! What an uplifting experience that followed!

I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is... and I didn’t notice that the light had changed.

It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed!

I found that LOTS of people love Jesus! Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, ‘For the love of GOD! GO! GO! Jesus Christ, GO!’

What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus! Everyone started honking!

I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!

There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a ‘sunny beach’.
 
I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air.

When I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant, he said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I’ve never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back.

My grandson burst out laughing... why, even he was enjoying this religious experience!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.

So I waved to all my sisters and brothers grinning, and drove on through the intersection. I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!

Grandma
(internet circulation!)


John Taylor, R.I.P.
Jill McElroy

On Friday 25th August seven of us set out with Rosemary and John Taylor’s ashes to finally lay them to rest. Our destination was All Saints’ Church in the village of Newborough in Staffordshire, halfway between Lichfield and Burton on Trent. This was the Church where John’ father was vicar during the 1930s and where he was incumbent when he died in 1939. He was buried in the churchyard there and John’s mother Winifred was buried beside him when she died in 1997 aged 100. John clearly had very happy memories of his time living in the vicarage there and left the Church a very generous legacy.

It is a lovely church which is now part of a five parish team ministry at present in interregnum with only 14 regular Sunday worshippers. We were made very welcome. The Churchwarden provided us with coffee on our arrival and his wife had put fresh flowers on Winifred’s grave. Several residents from the village attended the service along with a contingent from St. Alban the Martyr Church in Birmingham. John's father had also spent some time at this Church and they also received a generous legacy from John.

Fr. Dennis conducted a very moving service and also boosted the singing! Instead of a homily he read items from the All Saints magazine in 1939, including the obituary to John’s father, and it is obvious that John inherited many of his father’s traits. The cross bearer out to the churchyard for the interment was a man who could actually remember John's father, which gave the whole ceremony extra meaning. Rosemary and John's ashes were buried in their father’s grave alongside their mother closing a chapter in the Taylor family history.


Goodbye to the Parkfield Playgroup

Sadly, due to falling numbers of children and toddlers, it has been necessary to disband Parkfield Playgroup. The group has provided a valuable service to parents and children in the community for thirty four years. I am sure that many of you have fond memories of leaving your wailing infant in the care of the dedicated staff; to take their first tentative steps on the long road to learning and socialising, and being well prepared to start their formal education at school.

Unfortunately, these days, the powers that be seem to think that formal education should start straight from the cradle, which leads to free nursery provision absorbing most of the little ones, and forcing smaller playgroups to close.

Thankyou Parkfield for your invaluable input into the early years of so many of our little people, Mrs Dobson, June, Joan, Jenny, Andrea, Mary, Chris, and many more I do not know about. Finally, well done to Joan and Jenny for the valiant effort you and your volunteers have made this last year in trying to keep going as a parent and toddler group.

Ruth Winder
on behalf of St Faith’s


‘Righteous Rage at the Parish Pump’

Chris Price

Under this catchy title a recent Daily Telegraph article by Chris Moncrieff tells the story of his traumatic experiences as a church magazine editor. It goes without saying that nothing remotely similar has ever occurred at St Faith’s: nevertheless readers may find what Moncrieff reports amusing, if irrelevant. The editor thanks several Telegraph readers who drew his attention to the piece.

‘The quickest way to fill your head with un-Christian thoughts is to run a church magazine,’ Moncrieff begins. After 50 years in newspaper journalism, he took on the job at his local church, and after two years it says ‘it has caused me (I am told) to utter ecclesiastical profanities in my sleep, and to respond with a knee-jerk growl whenever anyone mentions the Mother’s Union’.

It was not until he started church magazine editing that he started getting hate mail. ‘We don’t want your Fleet Street ways here!’ fulminated one anonymous writer. ‘The magazine is filled with the sort of trash more suited to a red-top tabloid,’ wrote another, and when he persuaded one of his daughters to write an article another unsigned letter arrived: ‘This is nepotism of the worst kind…’

Moncrieff took one or two editorial decisions, and dared to cut articles (more hate mail!) and include humorous page fillers like: ‘If all the people who go to sleep in church were laid end to end, they would be a lot more comfortable,’ and ‘There does not seem very much left for us agnostics not to believe in’. Your editor actually recalls one or two (very mild) objections when, many years before Mr Moncrieff, he started to print such subversive stuff in Newslink.

Moncrieff  sounds off about the machine in his vestry on which he attempts to print his magazine. ‘It works in fits and starts, hiccuping like a drunkard and gulping like a fish gasping for air. It consumes and destroys harmless pieces of paper with the fiendishness of a ravenous wolf. I utter obscenities (at it) at a level that can rarely have been heard in the house of God,’ he declares.

Moncrieff would seem to have a love/hate relationship with his vicar. ‘He is a good egg and sound on cricket. He is the sort of chap who would not have hesitated to reply to an advertisement that once appeared in the ecclesiastical press: “Curate wanted for rural parish. Slow, left-arm bowler preferred”,’ he says. But the incumbent is a perfectionist. ‘Once, when I had inadvertently omitted a comma, I discovered him painstakingly  inserting  it  with  a  ball-point  pen  in every copy (circulation 51).  I felt ashamed.’ He would apparently monitor the ink density and margin depth of each issue: Moncrieff admires such scrupulous attention to detail but found it ‘incompatible with someone who has a more shambolic approach to life.’ So for a while, the hapless editor would ‘trudge up to the church when the dawn chorus was in full throat,’ hoping to complete the print run in peace. ‘But the parson, in the vicarage down the road, seemed to react instinctively in his sleep to the first griping rasps of the copier. He was out from his duvet and into the vestry before the printer got into its malevolent stride.’

There is more, and all very entertaining it is. Your editor enjoyed it greatly, and spent a happy hour somewhat smugly comparing notes. He has never, fingers crossed, received hate mail, and is left in peace to format, prepare, print, assemble and package up this magazine entirely free from priestly intervention, or indeed, from any other outside input. He would nevertheless welcome more reaction from readers, if only as an indication that someone out there is reading these pages. Meanwhile, he works on the assumption that where hate-mail is concerned, no news is good news.


Ged bows out


Ged Callacher's speech at the presentation that followed his farewell concert.

I want to thank everyone who contributed to my very generous gift, which will certainly be put to good use. I first came to St Faith’s when I was 16, and sang as a bass in the choir. I used to play for the 10 am mass at St Joan of Arc and get a taxi to St Faith’s and arrive just in time to improvise during communion and to help Jane Greengrass with the pedals, because she wasn’t an organist.

Then when Jane left I reluctantly took over – and the rest, as they say, is history. I’ve had 11 wonderful years at St Faith’s as Director of Music. Like any other job, it’s been a case of trial and error, but that whole process has been very rewarding in so many ways. I’ve been very grateful for the unstinting support of people here who have helped and encouraged me over the years. Fr Richard, who took me on in the first place; Fr George, who started me on the organ and gave me such sound advice and encouragement; Fr Dennis, always keen to offer a kind word of appreciation; and more recently Fr Neil, who has been so supportive and such good fun to work with over the last seven years. Neil has been blessed with an exceptionally keen sense of pitch, and has been quick to spot the odd ‘accidental’ which I hadn’t noticed!

St Faith’s is a very special place. It’s very to take it for granted, but believe you me, there are few churches, if any, that can come near the standard of music and liturgy we have here – certainly on Merseyside. All this doesn’t come without a good deal of hard work, and I’d like to thank the choir for all their tremendous hard work, loyalty and friendship over the years. Choir practices have involved, as well as all the hard work, a great deal of fun and laughter, often outrageous!

The church is more than the choir and clergy, and I’d also like to thank all the people of St Faith’s and St Mary’s for all your support and encouragement: not only regular members of the congregation, but all who come to swell the choir numbers for special occasions, or to attend services and recitals. Many of you often take the trouble to offer a word of thanks to the choir and myself. These comments certainly don’t go unnoticed.

I’d like to say a huge thank you also to Stephen Hargreaves for his wonderful playing and invaluable support as a friend and colleague. Last of all, I’d like to say a big thank you to my family for their unstinting support and love; not only of course during my time at St Faith’s but from the word go.

Please remember me in your prayers as I go forward to begin my priestly formation. I certainly won’t forget you. It’s a case of au revoir, not goodbye. So au revoir it is – and God bless.

Ged


Summer Music Epilogue 2006 


A very big “THANK YOU” to all the performers, supporters, caterers and everyone involved for an excellent series of Saturday Summer Recitals at Saint Faith’s.  The season ran right through from 22nd April to 26th August without a break and provided a rich variety of music with some exceptional talent.

The Grand Finale on Saturday, 26 August featured our own Neil Kelley and Ged Callacher in a piano duet.  The music was outstanding and thoroughly enjoyed by the largest audience of the series – possibly ever – of some 150.

It was an excellent decision to make the farewell presentation to Ged after the Recital as several of his friends and supporters from other churches and towns were able to come along to say “thank you and best wishes for the future”.

As well as enjoying ourselves, the recitals raised an impressive £1,860 for church funds, some of which was given in Gift Aid envelopes so the final total will be a bit higher.

At the last recital, we asked the audience to complete an Evaluation Sheet. The replies were very encouraging and the views and suggestions very helpful in helping us to plan for next year’s series – which start on Saturday, 14 April 2007, so make a note in your diary now!

Some of the many comments received:

* “It would be hard to single out any one recital.  All were most enjoyable.”
* The 30-40 minutes timing was felt to be just right.
* Excellent refreshments (unanimous!)
* More, please, from the Youth Orchestra.
* Other suggestions for brass groups, opera and chamber music.
* “Could there be a microphone in the organ loft so that the organist can introduce the pieces?”
* Support for a winter series, probably monthly, but the current uncertainty with the church heating means that we shall probably have to re-visit this idea in 2007.
* “Keep up the very good work.”

.... but I shall leave the last words to two correspondents:

* “As an example of ‘outreach’, the recitals have been an excellent chance for people to meet and for non-churchgoers to experience fellowship from St Faith’s”
* “The whole series has been a delight to cheer the soul and send me out to face life’s ups and downs with a smile.”

Thank you again for all your support. 

David Jones
Treasurer


The Cappers of Cathedral Close
Chris Price

As August gave way to September, three separate groups of visitors from Crosby made their way to Norwich and to its magnificent cathedral, where Richard Capper, Fr Neil’s predecessor as Vicar of St Faith’s, is Canon Pastor.

Rick and Rosie Walker called by, as did Sarah and Mike Foy, with children Emma and Matthew. Mike, a previous organist at St Faith’s, had wangled an invitation to tickle the ivories on the cathedral organ, and ended his impromptu recital with a rendering of his variations on ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’, bringing a touch of Premiership football back to Norwich.

Finally this writer and Angie spent the best part of day with the Cappers, beginning with attendance at Sunday morning Sung Eucharist. The awesome building was flooded with sunlight for the service, at which Fr. Richard preached. Quite a few St Faith’s people will remember the building from their visit on the evening when Richard was installed a while back, but the experience of a bright morning at worship added something very special.

The Cathedral is bounded by its mediaeval Close: a tree-rich Green surrounded by a wonderful range of listed buildings. In one of these the Cappers live, in a treasure of an ancient house, all staircases, mediaeval basements, lofty views and a green oasis of a garden - in a world more like that of Trollope’s Barchester novels than anything the 21st century could be expected to supply. We met Ruth, and Matthew, who was visiting, and relived the years and tales of the Capper incumbency. Then Richard departed to say Evensong and we headed for the M6 and reality!

Richard and Angela were in fine form, and had clearly learnt to live with the hardships of life in the cloister and in the heart of the fine city that is their new home. They are both deeply and busily involved in the life of the community for which Richard has pastoral responsibility, as well as lots to do with the maintenance and financial oversight of the buildings surrounding him. He also ministers to the parish congregation of St Mary in the Marsh – whose ‘church’ is actually a chapel in the cathedral – but that is another story! They send their love and best wishes to all who remember them at St Faith’s.



Liturgy and Music for October

Sunday 1st    HARVEST FESTIVAL

11am         Family Eucharist (special service booklet)
Preacher:    Fr. Neil

6pm        HARVEST “SONGS OF PRAISE”  in S. Mary’s Waterloo

7pm        Compline and Benediction
Hymns        AMNS     204, 291

Friday 6th     S. FAITH’S DAY

8pm         SOLEMN CONCELEBRATED MASS
Préludes        Toccata & Fugue in F BWV 540 – J. S. Bach
        Claire de Lune - Vierne
Mass setting    Schubert in G & Gathering Mass
Hymns        special service booklet
Psalm        “Such are the ones” (p. 196)
Preacher        The Bishop of Burnley
Motet        Greater love hath no man - Ireland
Postlude        Sinfonia BWV 29 – J. S. Bach

Sunday 8th    DEDICATION FESTIVAL

10.30am     Sung Eucharist (for both congregations)
Mass setting    Salazaar & Gathering Mass
Hymns        HWS 36, sheet, 238, 163
Psalm        “Happy are they” (NGK)
Preacher        Fr. Neil
Motet        Pray that Jerusalem may have - Stanford
Postlude        Fugue sur le Carillon de Soissons – Duruflé

6pm         Choral Evensong, Procession and Solemn Te Deum
Prélude        Adagio in E - Bridge
Reponses    Radcliffe
Psalm        84
Hymns        AMNS 163, 284, 445
Canticles    Wood in D
Anthem        Behold the tabernacle of God – Wood

Te Deum    Stanford in B flat
Postlude        Nun Danket Alle Gott – Karg Elert

Sunday 15th    TRINITY 18

11am         Sung Eucharist
Mass setting    Mirfield
Hymns         HWS    134, 246 (ii), 66, 37 (ii)
Psalm        “Fill us with your love” (p. 148)
Preacher        Fr. Mark
Motet        O come, ye servants of the Lord - Tye
Postlude        Rhapsody No. 2 - Howells

Sunday 22nd    TRINITY 19

11am         Sung Eucharist
Mass setting    Thorne Gloria & New People’s Mass
Hymns         AMNS    170, 382, 246, 205
Psalm        “May your love be upon us” (p. 149)
Preacher        Fr. Neil
Motet        Verily, verily I say unto you - Tallis
Postlude        Exultemus – Whitlock

Sunday 29th     LAST AFTER TRINITY

11am         Sung Eucharist
Mass setting    Metrical (Camberwell & HWS 104)
Hymns         HWS 107 (t. AMNS 199), 169, 32, 77 (Woodlands)
Psalm        “What marvels the Lord worked for us” (p. 150)
Preacher        Jackie Parry
Motet        View me, Lord, a work of thine –Lloyd
Postlude        Final (Symphonie II) – Widor

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