Three reasons what Christmas is so special and three reasons why Christmas makes our life better.
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Ken “unboxes” the Christmas story – and gives three reasons why Christmas is so special and three reasons why Christmas makes our life better.
Preacher: Ken Noakes
Yes it was a long time ago but what was all the fuss about a baby born to a poor family in a little country town of a minor province in the Roman empire? Watch or listen to Chris as he “opens the box” of why Christmas is so significant to us today.
Preacher: Chris Jolliffe
Thank you for your fellowship in the gospel. It has been a joy and privilege to be your pastor this year. I am so thankful to God for the many ways that he works through a family as diverse and gifted as those at 5pm Church.
O Come All Ye Faithful, that famous Christmas carol which contains the line ‘O come, let us adore him’ is itself an invitation. It calls people together, specifically those who see themselves to be faithful, to join together at Christmas for three reasons: Continue reading
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
What a magnificent way to end a Carols event – to have many singing the praises of our Saviour and calling for each other to fall to our knees.
This famous (French) poem ‘O Holy Night’ is rich in good theology and takes us on a thrilling ride from loss and condemnation (‘Long lay the world in sin and error pining’) to wonder and praise at the birth of Christ (‘For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn’ ) That child, Jesus, was the Son of God sent to absolve us of our sin by his death on the cross. That child was, and is, the hope of the world.
This short poem by Alasdair Livingstone (Christina Vaughan’s Dad) is not a cuddly-baby Christmas poem. It is raw, real and not at all sentimental.
It is an attempt to catch the reality of the scene on the day of Jesus’ birth. Written in free-verse, requiring rhythm but no fixed metre or rhyme. Enjoy and contemplate.
Sunday evening’s sermon ‘A Child’ (Isaiah 9:1-7) by Simon Marshman is now available: http://bit.ly/1JcGrc9