Notices for Sunday 22nd March 2015

“Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over.
John 12:24 (Message)

Help us Father God to understand that we may never know how we have influenced other people to become Christians and live their lives to your glory.

We welcome our preacher this morning who is Rev Phil Poole
After service tea hosts Val and Betti

Organist: Joan McGowan

Sunday 29th March
11.00am Preacher   Rev Marian Jones
Vestry Stewards – Elizabeth and Avril
Door Steward – Bob
Tea Hosts – Bob and Evelyn

Diary Dates
Sun 22nd       Circuit Review meeting after worship
Mon 23rd      Every Day with Jesus Bible Study in Lounge 10.30am
Mon 23rd      ‘What’s been going on?’  Glyndwr University 6.00pm
Tue 24th      Circuit Meeting at Rhosnesni 7.30pm
Wed 25th     Midweek Communion at Regent Street 11.15am
Fri 27th       Choral Variations Concert at Ruabon
Sat 28th       Ffrwd Coffee Morning at Regent Street 10.00am – noon
Sun 29th       An Impossible God at Gresford 6.00pm (See below)
Tue 31st       Coffee Morning at Llangollen Memorial Hall 10.00am

Please pray for the following:
Richard Down
Phyllis Davies
Isobel Holroyd
Ernest Tait
Maurice Anderton
Seren Williams
Vanessa Woolrich
Kay Davies

All those who care for those in need.
We thank God for answered prayer and ask that he helps us to understand that all things do work together for good.

An Impossible God
6pm Sunday 29th  March at Gresford

Professional Actor Mark Topping in his powerful one-man show
bringing to life the experiences of those who lived through
the death and resurrection of Jesus.
Tickets £5 or on the door

After the Eclipse

There are stars whose light reached the earth only after they themselves have disintegrated and are no more.
And there are men whose shining memory lights the world after they have passed from it.
These lights which shine in the darkest night are those which illumine for us the path.

Hannah Senesh

Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. (John 12:24)

In Northampton, Massachusetts, stands the old cemetery where David Brainerd is buried. Brainerd, a pioneer American missionary, died in 1747 at the age of twenty-nine after suffering from tuberculosis. His grave is beside that of Jerusha Edwards, the daughter of Jonathan Edwards, a Puritan theologian of that day. Brainerd loved Jerusha and they were engaged to be mar­ried, but he did not live until the wedding.

Imagine what hopes, dreams, and expectations for the cause of Christ were buried in the grave with the withered body of that young missionary. At that point, nothing remained but memories and several dozen Indian converts!  Yet Jonathan Edwards, that majestic old Puritan saint, who had hoped to call Brainerd his son, began to write the story of that short life in a little book. The book took wings, flew across the sea, and landed on the desk of a Cam­bridge student by the name of Henry Martyn.

Poor Henry Martyn! In spite of his education, brilliance, and great opportunities, he—after reading that little book on the life of Brainerd—threw his own life away! Afterward, what had he accomplished once he set his course toward home from India in 1812? With his health then broken, he dragged himself as far north as the town of Tokat,Turkey, near the Black Sea. There he lay in the shade of a pile of saddles, to cool his burning fever, and died alone at the age of thirty-one.

What was the purpose behind these “wasted lives”? From the grave of a young David Brainerd, and the lonely grave of Henry Martyn near the shores of the Black Sea, have arisen a mighty army of modern missionaries.

Leonard Woolsey Bacon

Is there some desert, or some boundless sea,
Where You, great God of angels, will send me?
Some oak for me to rend,
Some sod for me to break,
Some handful of Your corn to take
And scatter far afield,
Till it in turn will yield
Its hundredfold
Of grains of gold
To feed the happy children of my God?
Show me the desert, Father, or the sea;
Is it your enterprise? Great god, send me!
And though this body lies where ocean rolls,
Father, count me among all faithful souls.

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