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Sermon for Sunday 15th December 2019 - Are you the one...?

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Sermon for Sunday 15 th December 2019 Gospel Reading          Matthew 11.2-11 When John heard in prison what the Messiah was doing, he sent word by his disciples 3 and said to him, ‘Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?’ 4 Jesus answered them, ‘Go and tell John what you hear and see: 5 the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them. 6 And blessed is anyone who takes no offence at me.’   7 As they went away, Jesus began to speak to the crowds about John: ‘What did you go out into the wilderness to look at? A reed  shaken by the wind? 8 What then did you go out to see? Someone dressed in soft robes? Look, those who wear soft robes are in royal palaces. 9 What then did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet. 10 This is the one about whom it is written, “See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you,    who will prep

A Service of Prayers before the General Election - December 10th 2010

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Not actually a sermon...! Prayers of Hope and Reconciliation Ahead of the General Election on December 12th Tuesday 10th December 2019, 7pm A space to meet God in worship, prayer and silence   Welcome to this informal service of prayer and worship. Our opening song: Servant King (No. 66 Brown hymn book) From heaven you came, helpless babe, Entered our world, your glory veiled; Not to be served but to serve, And give your life that we might live. This is our God, the Servant King, He calls us now to follow him, To bring our lives as a daily offering Of worship to the Servant King. There in the garden of tears, My heavy load he chose to bear; His heart with sorrow was torn, 'Yet not my will but yours,' he said. This is our God, the Servant King, He calls us now to follow him, To bring our lives as a daily offering Of worship to the Servant King. Come, see his hands and his feet, The scars that speak of sacrifice, Hands that flung stars int