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Group Pastoral Letter for
December 2017
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.”
Matthew 25:35-36
 
Over the past year and a half, I have spent various Monday mornings at St Paul’s helping at Foodbank, working alongside folk from the URC as well as Anglican, Methodist and Baptist churches sorting donations, brewing up and talking with clients and packing bags of food.
 
The last week in October I received this mince pie from Christian Aid advertising their Christmas campaign #enoughforeveryone which invites people to think about their overindulgence at Christmas and ask what is the one thing you can do without this year in light of 23,000 tons of food that is wasted each Christmas.
 
2017 marks the 20th Anniversary for The Trussell Trust and the beginning of Foodbanks, a charity founded on Christian principles. Their vision is to end hunger and poverty in the UK, by bringing communities together and providing compassionate, practical help with dignity whilst challenging injustice (www.trusselltrust.org).

According to the Trussell Trust website over 13 million people live below the poverty line, which means that their income is deemed inadequate, in 2016/17 the charity supplied 1,182,954 emergency food parcels to people in crisis compared to 350,000 in 2012/13.
 
This figure is going to continue to increase if nothing is done. There is a miss-understanding that foodbanks serve the unemployed lazy folk who refuse to get jobs, this is far from the truth. The majority of folk who come to Foodbank are those on low income and zero hour contracts (which are becoming increasingly popular, but do not provide a regular income or job security), and in recent month it has come to light the number of nurses (NHS staff and others in public service jobs) who have been relaying on Foodbanks to feed their families.
 
Christmas is meant to be a time of celebration, we cannot deny it, even the most conservative Christian cannot deny that we should celebrate of the birth of Jesus Christ and what better way to celebrate than with a party, with singing carols, and sharing table fellowship with one another.
 
But what if you had to make a decision between heating the house or eating that day, where is the element of celebration? What if you were a parent totting up the endless stream of household bills while distracting your children from the decorations and lights appearing in the neighbours’ homes?
 
It is into these homes the love of Christ is needed.
 
I wonder if you can find some way this Christmas to reach out to those in need, to offer an old coat to the homeless shelter, or buy an extra box of mince pies or Christmas pudding for foodbank?
 
And allow God’s love to flow.

Samantha
 

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Holding back the Sea by John McHugh

 
Holding back the Sea by John McHugh

Group Pastoral Letter for
January 2018


On Thursday 30th November I had the privilege of speaking at the St Andrews Days service, at St Andrews Art Centre. I would like to share with you what I believe God led me to share as I reflected on Psalm 23 – the Mariner’s Version by Captain J. Rogers (a copy is at the end of the letter)

 

Have you ever felt at Sea – either in the literal sense of being at sea, when the wind gets up and a storm looms; the unsteady rocking of a boat as the waves batter the sides.
 
Or the metaphorical sense, when life seems to chew you up and spit you out, leaving you feeling puzzled, perplexed, bewildered, overwhelmed or confused. It’s not a phrase I hear very much, these days, but it is a phase that came to mind when I read Psalm 23, the feeling of being at sea – uncertain of a situation, not feeling like your feet are on firm ground.

 

I cannot help but to reflect on how God is my Pilot.

 
The one who is for the most part a solo sailor, keeping close to the harbour, guiding ships in and out, to keep them safe from sandbank, rocks, and other hidden dangers that lurk below the surface of the sea.
 
Life in all its technicolour glory can be as dangerous to navigate as the harbour, with the changing tides and shifting sea beds, what was once a firm footing can sometimes disappear.
 
No matter how experiences we are, how confident we can feel about the direction we are going, where we think our future is going, nothing can ever be certain. Life has a funny way of sneaking up on us – with sudden redundancy, or ill health, or the joys of celebrations, with the birth of babies, or promotion or even retirement. Things can change, and sometimes these changes take us by surprise; and we find ourselves at sea; uncertain of how our future is going to look.
 
It is into these moments of life that the words of Psalm 23 come, and the image of God the Pilot comes.

 
It is into the moments of uncertainty, that we can be comforted by God the Pilot who does not take over, for we are still the captain of our lives, but comes and journeys with us, guides us, gives us the strength to stay the course.

 
Unlike the nautical pilot, God doesn’t disembark when we leave the safety of the harbour, but remains with us, in the background, for God is the pilot of life, and the whole of life is known to God.
 
That doesn’t mean to say that life will be easy, or plain sailing. The storms will continue to come, the tides will continue to change; but we will not be alone.


For the Lord is our pilot, and he will not let us drift, for he leads us across the dark waters, he guides us by the stars. Even though we sail though thunder and storms, we shall not fear, for the Lord is with us, his love and grace are our shelter.

In these words, we find hope, in these words we hear the reassurance of God’s eternal love. No matter how stormy the seas of life gets, God our Pilot will lead us through.

 

May the grace and love of God be your guide this New Year,

Samantha

Psalm 23 - the Mariner’s Version by Captain J. Rogers.

The Lord is my Pilot;
I shall not drift.
He leadeth me across the dark waters
and steereth me in the deep channels.
He keepeth my Log
and guideth me by the star of holiness
for His Name's sake.
Yea, though I sail amid
the thunders and tempests of life,
I shall dread no danger,
For Thou art with me;
Thy love and Thy care, they shelter me.
Thou preparest a harbor before me
in the homeland of eternity;
Thou anointest the waves with oil,
and my ship rideth calmly,
Surely sunlight and starlight
shall favor me all the days of my voyaging,
and I will rest in the port of my Lord forever.

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