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Whiston Methodist Church Online Use the Links Below to browse the pages of this months Newsletter. |
Whiston Methodist Church Notices Anyone with information, news or pictures that they would like to go on the Church Website can email: webmaster@whiston-methodist-church.org.uk Fairtrade goods are available on both Sundays and Thursdays or by contacting Robert Brownlow. We can help producers from poor countries by buying these goods and helping to make a difference to their lives. Thank you for support of Fairtrade. At recent fundraising events L141 was raised at the Mini-Market and L132 at the jumble sale. A big thank you to all those who helped and purchased goods at these events. Please can we have no more jumble or bric-a-brac until further notice. Orders for tickets for the Junior Church Queen Crowning and Pantomime will be taken at the Mother's Day Service on 26 th march. A Story from India There was once a poor quarryman who worked long and hard digging rocks out of the base of a mountain. One day he heard the sound of pipes and cymbals and into view came a gorgeously decorated elephant with a howdah on its back in which sat a magnificent Indian Prince. As he swung his pickaxe, the quarryman could not but compare his poverty and powerlessness with all the Prince represented and he heartily wished that he was such a Prince. The Hindu equivalent of a fairy godmother must have been listening, for immediately he found himself riding on an elephant and acknowledging the homage of the crowd. “This is real power,” he thought, but at that moment a big black cloud appeared, the heavens opened and the rain fell in torrents bringing the procession to a halt. “That cloud”, he thought, “has more power than a prince. Oh to be a cloud!” Immediately he was. Happily he sailed across the sky raining on everyone he disliked until he crashed into the side of the mountain and was broken into fragments. He wished he was a mountain and, yes, he became a mountain. “Now indeed I am powerful” he thought as he broke up all the clouds, his head held high. Then he heard a strange sound, a frightening sound. Looking down he saw a man with a pickaxe digging away at the foundations of the mountain. Next Newsletter
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