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This is being written early in the second period of lockdown this year when nothing in December can look certain and in this season of Advent our preparations for Christmas will be getting underway. Christmas is a season of hospitality and for many this involves the giving and receiving of food and drink and the sharing of time with friends and family.
Mary and Joseph must have been extremely grateful for the hospitality shown to them by the Innkeeper and although perhaps not meriting many stars the accommodation was no doubt a huge improvement over any alternative. In turn, Mary and Joseph were able to offer simple hospitality to the shepherds and wise men and possibly others not recorded.
The birth of Jesus was also a sign of God’s hospitality towards each one of us as a reminder that he invites us to be part of his family. In the Eucharist (a celebration of Jesus hospitality to his disciples and their successors) the following words are sometimes said in a prayer after Communion ‘Father of all, we give you thanks and praise that when we were still far off you met us in your Son and brought us home’.
At the heart of hospitality is love. Love which seeks to recognise the needs of others and meet those needs either through own actions or by supporting others. Such hospitality can be shown in so many ways; through the offering and receiving of food and drink, through personal presence and presents! but also through a kind word by phone or other means, through the carrying out of a simple errand or just a smile (face masks permitting) at the appropriate time and other possibilities may well come to mind. Through our own acts of hospitality our own love for others and that of a loving heavenly Father can become manifest.
I wish you a blessed and peaceful Christmas Season.
Charles Hill
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Sunday 13th December with other details to be announced
The harvest is in. The clocks have gone back. The year is turning, drawing to a close. Later this month the church year ends and we begin again with Advent. It’s a time to consider endings and to look towards new beginnings – whatever they may turn out to be.
Doing things differently because of the strange times we’re living in has been a mixed thing, hasn’t it? I rather enjoy the slower pace of my life at the moment – the going out less, but when I run into a friend I haven’t seen in a while I don’t enjoy keeping my distance. I look forward to the day when I’ll be able to give them a hug.
Advent is supposed to be a strange time, I think. We’re supposed to watch and wait, to long for God to come to us, to hope for his coming. But it’s hard to do that when we’re already thinking ourselves into Christmas. We’re like time travellers with one foot in the departure lounge and one in arrivals…
This year will be different. Quieter. Make the most of it. As we stand at the tail end of the church’s year do a little inventory. There might be some things you should just let go. Do that. There will be some things you need to give thanks for. Do that. The year begins afresh any minute now. And the new growth might be just like the old. Or it might be something new and surprising. God delights in surprising us, I think – delights in making all things new. So we move on doing things differently – or maybe just doing different things. Either way we’re not on our own. God is with us every step of the way. Enjoy the journey.
As we move now into the autumn and the leaves are starting to change colour and fall, it heralds a new season beginning, and a reminder from nature that all things are constantly changing.
We have all lived through changes that would have seemed unimaginable at the beginning of 2020, and today, as I write, the regulations and guidelines around Covid 19 are changing again. These changes are new ways of life that we have had to learn to adjust to as we seek collectively to protect and care for one another at this time.
For young and old alike, it has been a time of great uncertainty and change and continues to be so for us all. And yet, amongst it all there has been wonderful signs of togetherness, love and hope. One such event for me was the wonderful wedding day of my daughter and son-in-law – a simple, beautiful day, full of love and hope for the future.
Another sign of this togetherness and hope for many was the release of the UK Blessing, where many churches came together to produce a beautiful song that can be enjoyed through this link to Youtube.
“The Lord bless you and keep you
Make his face shine upon you
And be gracious to you
The Lord turn His face towards you
And give you peace
In the morning, in the evening
In your coming and your going
In your weeping and rejoicing
He is for you, He is for you
Amen”
In ever changing times we can rely on the love and presence of God with us.
This month’s letter comes from Revd Victoria Chester:
Where have the last 12 months gone? Even though so much of the spring and summer has been spent indoors or no further than the garden gate, both seasons seem to have raced by; how can it already be September?! Although, as someone said, time proceeds at the rate of one second per second most of us have a sense of it speeding up or slowing down at different times in our lives, even at different times of the day. The slowing down seems to happen when we wait for something, looked for or dreaded, or are held awake in the small hours of the night; while the speeding up seems to take place when we’re in the midst of ‘living’ – special family events, holidays, even sleep can seem to whisk by when the alarm goes off before we’re ready to get up.
I can hardly believe it is almost a year since I was ordained deacon in Exeter Cathedral. That day was so full of family, friends, music, joy in a great coming together in thanks for all that had been and all that was to come. Looking back now that day seems to belong to another time, we didn’t have to wear masks, we could embrace and greet each other and sing our socks off! Just 12 months on I look forward to being ordained priest in the Cathedral on the 26th of September with just 5 tickets to offer friends and family, no singing, masks and hand-wash replacing embracing; and yet I feel there is still so much to give thanks for, and hope for all that is to come.
Thanks most especially for the support, patience and generosity of our communities, colleagues, and congregations as I have learned new ministries in taking baptisms and funerals, and the privilege of sharing these life moments with people. Thanks too for being part of new ways of worship, creating new links, new friendships within and beyond our communities in our Telephone and online services. And hope, that in another year we can be together outside our bubbles, sing together, have time to lament and look forward together.
Time can seem to pass very slowly waiting for life to ‘return to normal’ though, and I was also recently struck by these words from the American poet Maya Angelou, “since time is the one immaterial object we cannot influence, neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish, it is an imponderably valuable gift.”
So that is perhaps another hope for the year to come; that however time seems to pass, in our waiting, our living and our hoping, we can welcome whatever it brings as a gift.
Our letter this month comes from Rev Preb John Lees
Enjoying the moment
It’s a shock isn’t it, seeing so many people in East Devon. It’s good for our local economy, and good that people can have a holiday of course, but we have got used to things being…… well, quiet.
Many of us have missed seeing friends and family in person. Others have enjoyed the calm and peacefulness of life with less traffic and less frantic dashing from one event or meeting to another. It’s been good for us, in that respect, because it’s enabled us to find time to reflect, to enjoy our countryside and gardens – and we have had more time to connect with people, by phone or on screen.
I’m writing this just after coming home from the first church service I have attended since March. It’s good to be back, even with restrictions, and one of the best things was to see people face to face, all of us comparing hair very much in need of a cut.
People are good for us. Everyone has their preference about how much company they like. Some people say they don’t know what they are thinking until they talk to someone else; they get their energy from other people. Quieter types are usually happy in their own company, but not all the time. It’s good to have conversations even if they are about nothing in particular, to enjoy companionship.
Companion – that’s a good word. Literally, people we break bread with. Perhaps what we have missed most is having a meal with friends or the whole family sitting around one table. It’s what our communion services are really all about – coming to a table, sharing a meal, celebrating all the gifts we are given. Other kinds of meals are also special moments, where we can just be ourselves and not want to be anywhere else but in the moment, enjoying each other’s company.
A writer I came across this week talks about the way happiness is linked to the way we think about the future. If I can save more, work less, ease back on some of my retirement activities, if I can find time for the things that matter, then I’ll be happy. Of course, when the future arrives it’s never as perfect as we hoped. Of course happiness isn’t far away. Being in good company reminds us that all we need is here in the moment; right now.
Jesus was asked when the kingdom of God was coming. His answer was that the kingdom isn’t something you to be observed, nor is it somewhere far off in the future. He said something which turned his listeners’ world upside down: the kingdom of God is among you. We know it’s here by the way we live together, and because we see God in all things.
Don’t always feel you have to match the world’s speed, its hunger for activity. Hang on to peace and quiet if it’s been good for you. Enjoy what you have, and who you are with.
‘Then Jacob awoke from his sleep and said, “Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!” (Genesis 28:16). This verse is often heard during services which celebrate the dedication of a church—the actual dedication after the church building is finished, or on the yearly anniversary. Jacob realises that the Lord is there with him and says ‘this is none other than the house of God!’. Our churches are meant to be houses of prayer; God’s house, where we can feel and know that he is with us.
During this period of intense restriction and lockdown, we haven’t been able to go to God’s house. Yet the prayers and worship of the church has continued, not least in our homes. ‘Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!’ During lockdown, rather than go to God’s house, people have invited God into their home and have been surprised at how close they have felt to him. As thoughts turn to God, so comes the realisation that he is always there for us wherever we are, waiting on us to share the ups and downs, or even the ordinary day-to-day.
God comes to us. Many people have told me how they have found spaces at home where they have been able to pray as they have in church, places where they have felt the Lord beside them. Our homes, out of necessity, have become our churches. Although I was very glad to be back in church a few weeks ago to celebrate the Eucharist there again, it was sad to be dismantling the make-shift altar in our dining room. It made me appreciate, like Jacob awaking from his dream, that the Lord is everywhere, if we did but know it.
Our church buildings are now open for private prayer and soon, if the situation continues to ease, we shall be able to begin inviting people to take part in services. This is all good, but I hope that although we will be back in our beautiful, spiritual church buildings, we shall continue to know God to be with us at home, and continue to pray as often and deeply at home as we can in church.
Your parish church is God’s house. It is also your house and is there for you as a spiritual home and you are welcome there. Please continue to pray wherever you are. When we pray, either at home, in church, in the car, on a walk—truly the Lord is in that place. Open your heart to him in trust and honesty and he will come to you.
Please pray especially for those suffering from the virus, for those who have died and their families, and for all those caring for the sick, elderly and vulnerable.
As a confirmed armchair gardener I have two favourite kinds of garden. Those such as lovely National Trust gardens, where someone else does the hard work and I can enjoy the results. And second, those shown on ‘Gardener’s World ‘ on TV with the wonderful passion of the presenters for the plants in their care.
What I also love though, in any garden, is the way that plants have of scuppering our best laid plans. Despite the very best our garden centres can offer there are still weeds that seem to survive relentlessly. Which of us hasn’t marvelled at the state of our hedges and borders, when everything else struggles for survival, but the brambles and nettles still grow at a rate of knots? Even amongst carefully tended house plants, shoots of quite different stalks and leaves can appear seemingly from nowhere overnight.
But the bramble doesn’t realise that it’s a weed nor does the daisy in the middle of the lawn. There is something quite wonderful about their pride in blazing into flower in the most inappropriate place, gloriously unaware that they don’t fit into our plans. No matter how good a gardener we are, weeds, soil and the weather all help remind us we are not entirely in control. We can fertilise our soil, but if it is acid, it is unlikely to become alkali – and the plants that thrive will reflect that. Some years we think we have done all the right things, but still there are plants that don’t flourish as we might hope and ‘weeds’ that flourish all too well. But after all, it’s been said that “a weed is just a plant in the wrong place”.
I sometimes wonder whether our gardens can offer us some important lessons, particularly in these strange times when not being in control of what we otherwise take for granted has been a big feature of life for so many of us. For Jesus, it was the wild flowers and weeds of the field that had so much to teach us. In his parable of the mustard seed the wild black mustard plant was the perfect example of the potential and blessings of the kingdom of God that come when we let something grow as our Creator intended it. What for the farmers of his time was a pernicious weed, was for Jesus a vital source of shade from the burning sun and shelter for birds and animals alike.
For those of us blessed with gardens, allotments or houseplants over the last few months they have been oases of calm, refreshment, colour and activity. But perhaps there is a bigger message growing there for us too; that our Creator delights equally in all that he has made, in each lily of the field, in each mustard seed, and in each one of us. His love encompasses the weeds as well as the flowers wherever they grow, planned or unplanned, because they are all signs of life, growth and the hope of his kingdom. In the words of one of our best loved hymns:
Writing at a time when our churches are closed for public
worship some may find the question a challenge. Indeed our churches are sources
of beauty, peace and inspiration to many and the commonplace term ‘House of God’
adds to expectation.
The word Church is often associated with a building but
perhaps the Greek word used in the New Testament is more helpful in that it
means ‘a gathering’ but this does not mean that we cannot find God when we are
alone and in some cases we are able to use the benefits of technology to
‘gather’ in new ways. The young Jesus would have been familiar with the noise
of the carpenter’s workshop, the bustle of daily village life and no doubt
found opportunities to enjoy His heavenly Father’s presence in those
circumstances but also in the times when He found a quiet place to be alone
without other distractions.
In isolation we need to find God’s presence in new and perhaps surprising places and reflect on Jesus’ promise to His disciples to be with them always.
Isolation also challenges us as to how we value ourselves:
it is often by the work we do and the wealth it produces but in the current
crisis those working in caring for others have found a new or increased and
well deserved value in the eyes of many.
If we are unable to work or contribute our sense of value may be
diminished but it is important to remember that our faithful heavenly Father
values each one of us not by what we do but as by what we are, a precious child
of God, whether we recognise this or not, and the events remembered in Holy
Week and Easter remind us of the costly love God released to show us how much
we mean to Him and, through the resurrection, the new creation we can become,
confident of the value we have in God’s sight irrespective of the circumstances
in which we find ourselves.
In conclusion I offer the following reading, Footprints, which you may find helpful in times of uncertainty;
One
night I dreamed a dream. As I was walking
along the beach with my Lord, across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.
After
the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in
the sand and I noticed that at many times along the path of my life, especially
at the very lowest and saddest times, there was only one set of footprints.
This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it. “Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, You’d walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life there was only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most why You would leave me.”
He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you. Never, ever. During your trials and testings, when you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
No – this
isn’t a piece about child labour on cacao plantations and the importance of
fair trade, although bearing it in mind is always a good idea. No – it’s a piece about Easter. When we lived in the North West a
neighbouring family never bought their children Easter eggs until the afternoon
of Easter Day (at the earliest) and more often on Easter Monday because by then
the supermarket had slashed its prices to clear the seasonal stuff off the
shelves. They were proud of this thrifty
move. It pleased them enormously. It made me sad. Because there is definitely a place for
extravagance in our lives and I think Easter is it.
Christmas
brings extravagance out in almost everybody – whether they’re a church-goer or
not – Easter not so much. The story of
Easter is far less user-friendly than the Christmas story. There are no stars, no kings, no angels, no
baby – nothing to coo over, no romance. There’s mockery, cruelty, earthquakes and an
apocalyptic eclipse. Good Friday is the grimmest of stories before the
strangeness and wonder of new life on Easter day. And that contrast between frightening events
and an eventual fresh beginning is a story we very much need to hear now. Things have changed for us almost overnight
from a free and easy lifestyle to lockdown.
Fear is (almost literally) in the air.
Things are tough and might get tougher.
It’s all in the Easter story. In
the blink of an eye, Jesus goes from hero to zero in the eyes of his people. Things
get tough for him and then they get tougher. But that isn’t the end of the
story any more than lockdown is the end for us.
Easter has no cuddle-factor. The bunny is an interloper from a whole different story – as is the egg, but Christians aren’t daft, we know a good symbol when we see one, so we co-opted the egg.
And I have
to say the chocolate egg is a wonderful thing.
There’s something about the taste and feel of a thin sliver of chocolate
eggshell that is quite magnificent. It is not at all like a chunk from a bar. And it is extravagant. My neighbours were right about one thing
though – an Easter egg is a very expensive way to buy chocolate. But at Easter that’s the point. God loves us.
Completely. Extravagantly. And loving us cost him everything. If you manage to buy an Easter egg this year,
when you pay for it remember that Easter is the very opposite of cheap.
This Easter
will be different for all of us. No
family visits. No trips out. But we are a community capable of great
things – of sharing so that everyone has something and no-one has nothing; of
keeping in touch so that no-one feels lost or alone. Let’s care for each other extravagantly. We are of God – looking after each other is
built in to our nature. Have a good (though different) Easter.
This month holds a very
special celebration on the third Sunday of Lent. It is Mother’s Day or Mothering Sunday as it
was more traditionally called.
Mothering Sunday was originally a time when
people returned to their ‘Mother Church’, the one in which they were baptised
or where they attended services when they were younger. This meant that
families were reunited and returned to the towns and villages where they grew
up. In time, it became customary for young people who were working as servants
in large houses, to be given a holiday on Mothering Sunday. They could use this
day to visit their own mother and often took a gift or food. In turn, this
moved towards the modern celebration, which we know today.
Many families get together
around their mother and celebrate with a special meal out and I love to see
generations of the same family all gathered together. The shops are bursting
with beautiful bouquets and bunches of flowers to give as gifts to our mothers
and the array of special cards are in abundance too.
However, for some it can
also be a sad time, remembering the mother they can no longer hug, or perhaps
some wish they had a different or closer relationship with their mother. Others
may not be a mother yet and long for a day when they might have a child.
I love the image of a mother hen in this verse from Luke 13 v 34
‘How often I wanted to gather your children together, just as
a hen gathers her brood under her wings’
That feeling of love, safety, nurture and warmth is so
necessary for young to thrive and a human need in us all.
However we will be
spending Mother’s Day this year we can be sure that God longs to gather us up
and meet all our needs in Him.
Services will be held
around the Mission Community on Mothering Sunday 22nd March to which
you are all warmly invited.
January is a time of year
for promises and resolutions. February is perhaps a month for reckoning –
asking ourselves why we’re already slipping back on those commitments. This
cold, hard month can be a bit of a reality check.
However, when the lights no
longer go on at 4.30pm, we know spring is on its way. We find things to look
forward to – holidays, things to do when the weather improves. These simple
plans show how important it is to look forward to better times, to live in hope
that good things are on their way.
This is what the church year
is doing right now. Christmas is an explosion of light, colour and sound and,
even though decorations get put away early in January, the song of the angels
keeps ringing in our ears – good news for all. The message is simple and clear
– God has come among us, and remains with us.
Hope lives on, long after
the recycling lorry has carted away the Christmas wrapping paper. The stories
of Epiphany are full of signs and wonders – stories such as the time Jesus
turned water into wine at a wedding in Cana, and the moment when Jesus is
himself baptised as an adult by his cousin John. When Jesus bursts out of the
river water the sky above him is filled with God’s blessings, for him and for
us all.
Yes, Lent is coming, a time
of quiet, reflection, sometimes sadness. But even now in these dark days of
winter we can see the light of Easter in every early glimpse of spring flowers
magically appearing in foggy lanes.
Light in darkness – an idea
as old as time, and yet a reminder that we live in a world where goodness
prevails.
That isn’t just an uplifting
message. There is some science behind it. The Gottman Institute has studied
relationships for 50 years, discovering that people are generally happy if they
have five times more positive experiences than negative ones. In passing, this
research suggests that in general people are content with life, because on
balance more good things happen than bad things. We are perhaps more generous,
caring, helpful people than the daily news would suggest.
If that glimpse of hope
isn’t enough to cheer the winter blues, what is?
Caroline, John, Henry and I have been
overwhelmed by the wonderful welcome we have received from the communities of
Colyford, Musbury, Northleigh, Southleigh, Branscombe and Colyton. Thank you
for all your cards, letters, messages and your thoughtful gifts, including some
wonderful hampers and local food—all greatly appreciated.
At the beginning
of January we celebrate the Epiphany when gifts and greetings were taken to the
Holy Family. ‘Epiphany’ is a fancy Greek word which means something like
‘manifestation’ or ‘appearance’. It is a rich celebration which (in the Western
Church) marks the visit of the Three Kings who bring gifts to the manger, which
is one of the early signs that the birth of the baby Jesus is not simply a good
human being, or wise teacher and moral example, but is in fact God made man.
The readings we hear in church around this time look beyond the crib, at all
the miracles and wonders Jesus did during his life and ministry to help us to
think about who exactly Jesus Christ is, and what he might accomplish if we
were to allow ourselves to trust in him a little more and our friendship with
him to grow.
As I travel the
East Devon lanes (avoiding the potholes….sometimes more successfully than
others…) travelling from one church to another, I am aware how fortunate I am
to be a part of the life of the six churches which make up the Holyford group. The
Church is a people, but it is buildings too, and each of our beautiful
buildings is a gift and sign of the Epiphany; each stands as a manifestation to remind us that we
have a God who is Emmanuel—‘God with us’—present at the heart of the community,
come wind or weather.
Arriving at the
beginning of Advent and leading up to Christmas has provided a great
opportunity to get to know quite a few new faces. Thank you to all those who
have said hello. If we haven’t already met, I hope that we shall soon. Until
then…
Advent and Christmas is a time of travelling for many, for
the distribution of gifts and reunion of families and friends and we wish all
safety in their journeys and joyful encounters with those they visit and host.
Advent itself is a time of travelling, even if not in terms
of distance, but in our readings we reflect on the journey of God’s people in
preparation for the coming of the Messiah and it is an opportunity for us to
examine our own journey of faith as we prepare to greet the Christ child once
more.
At Christmas we remember the journey of Mary and Joseph to
Bethlehem, the Shepherds visiting the stable, the visit of the wise men and the
flight of the Holy family into Egypt.
In our Mission Community we begin a journey as we welcome
Steven and his family and look forward to his ministry amongst us.
Through all our ‘travelling’ we wish you all a joyful and
peaceful Christmas Season and may that continue into the New Year that lies
beyond.
Charles, Colin, Emma, Jan, Jeremy, John, Linda, Nigel, Steven and Victoria
We
are very excited about moving to Colyton and getting to know the churches and
parishes that make up the Holyford Mission Community. In preparation for our arrival, I have been
asked to provide a few lines about myself, so…
I was born ‘at a very early age’, in London, and came to the church through music, as a choirboy at St George’s Metropolitan Cathedral, Southwark. It was there that I encountered some inspiring Christians and began to learn about the faith; it is since then that I have always felt the deep and loving presence of Jesus Christ in my life.
We moved to Sussex when I was about 10 years old, and it is there I began to learn to play the organ. My family and I moved again to Devon, about 22 years ago. Music, especially church music, has always been a passion. I read music at Exeter University, going on to postgraduate study there and finally at the University of Bristol. During my time studying I was organ scholar at the University and at Crediton Parish Church and for three years a choral scholar at Exeter Cathedral. Before ordination, I was a teacher and taught music at The Maynard School in Exeter.
I trained for
ordination at St Stephen’s House, Oxford, and served my curacy at Tavistock
with Gulworthy and Brent Tor. During the past year I have also been looking
after the churches at Mary Tavy and Peter Tavy. I am married to Caroline, who
works as an historic landscape specialist for Nicholas Pearson Associates. We
were married just over eight years ago at Crediton (where I was Director of
Music), and have two sons, Henry (aged 3 ½) and John (7 months). You will also
see (and hear!) Beryl pottering about. Beryl is our 1969 brown Morris Minor who
has been with me for the past 20 years.
It would
be good at this point if I could write something gripping or niche about my
hobbies and interests (…that I liked windsurfing in tweeds or that I was founding
captain of the England Bo-taoshi team…) but the truth is that in my spare
time I like to do all the usual things, like listen to music, read (short-ish)
books, wander about in the garden and, most of all, doze off in front of the
television.
I know
that there will be precious little time for dozing off as I endeavour to meet
everyone and discern how I can best serve you and the growth of God’s Church on
our journey together. Thank you for inviting me to become your next Rector; I
hope that we shall meet soon, and pray that God will bless us and all that we
do in his holy name and in the service of his love.
Writing this when many of our Churches are about to celebrate
harvest festivals or have recently done so I am also aware that the topic is
rarely absent from one form of media or another. I am particularly reflecting upon the different
emphases of such information, including economics, environment ethics and
health and, as I listen to the latest ‘wisdom’, it seems increasingly difficult
to hold them in a balance which does not involve conflict between them. 😕
Our food comes from many different sources and even
improvements in package (another issue!) labelling do not give us the whole
story. We may have the country of origin
but not the type of agricultural system which produced it, what its carbon
footprint might be, the degree of exploitation of vulnerable individuals and/or
local environment and animal welfare issues (if appropriate).
We live in a complex world and as we are faced with more
information the complexity seems to increase and it can be tempting to carry on
regardless but it is clear that to do so is unsustainable for our planet and
calls for urgent action should not go unheeded.
Any changes we can make may seem like a drop of water in an
ocean but when there are many drops it does make a difference. We have a responsibility to one another and to
the global human community as well as having respect for the natural
world. We should acknowledge our
dependence on many others and giving thanks for what others have provided for
us is a sign of responsibility and respect; reducing our over-consumption and wastage
of food is a practical way to demonstrate it.
When we obtain our food perhaps we should focus more closely
on what we needrather than what
we wantand indeed on what we might be able to share. Our heavenly Father is a generous God and
gives us many things for our enjoyment and well-being but also recognises our
different needs and situations. All he requires in return is our
acknowledgement of his generosity with thankful hearts and to remember that what
we do for ourselves may well have an impact on others.
