Perhaps, it is when something is absent, or scarce that we truly appreciate how important it is.

In the past few weeks, food items, resources and medication that we in the western world may have assumed to have been in permanent, plentiful supply, have been hard to get hold of.

Relationships, recreation and regular activities that could have been part of our routines for many years have suddenly been halted, or now take on a very different form.

For some church folk, I think there is the very real possibility that some of the peace, happiness or strength that you draw from being gathering on a weekly basis, is now also sorely missed.

And of course, it is quite possible for once enthusiastic, joyous and spirit-filled believers to feel an absence of the presence of God.

This sense of the absence of God and a longing for God to feel close once again, is found in several of the Psalms, and is a primary theme of Psalm 42.

Psalm 42
1 As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. 2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? 3 My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” 4 These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One, with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng. 5 Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God. 6 My soul is downcast within me; therefore, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar. 7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. 8 By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. 9 I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?” 10 My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?” 11 Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.

In his book, ‘Treasury of David’, the famous old preacher Charles Haddon Spurgeon writes of this Psalm; “It is the cry of a man far removed from the outward ordinances and worship of God, sighing for the long loved house of his God; and at the same time it is the voice of a spiritual believer under depressions, longing for the renewal of the divine presence, struggling with doubts and fears, but yet holding his ground by faith in the living God. Most of the Lord’s family have sailed on the sea which is here so graphically described”.

There are several watery metaphors in this psalm. In verse 1 the writer speaks of his thirst, in verse 3 the writer speaks of his tears, and in verse 7, the writer describes his experience of being tumbled and turned around as he is hit by wave after wave.

If any of this does describes how you are feeling about life right now, then the following words of Martin Luther may be of use: “We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope”.

 

I Search For The River

There’s nothing I want more
It’s what my soul longs for
I search for the river
It’s got what I’ve come for

I’m thirsty and pleading
It holds what I’m needing
I search for the river.
The first thing I’m seeking

I’m chasing the water
The taste I need more of
I search for the river
To fill what’s been poured out

Its waters are living
Refreshing me within
I search for the river
Immortal. Life giving.
Chris Matthewman – Minister Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

In any journey, of any length or difficulty, you will need to give an appropriate amount of time to stopping and resting.

I am not sure I am particularly good at this.

Don’t get me wrong, I like time off. Holidays can be fun. I enjoy sleeping. But I think that I can also be quite driven to performance and productivity and I do enjoy work.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

But, I am naturally overambitious and one of the consequences of this, is that I can take on too many things and some of the things that I do take on, take longer and use more energy and resource than I think they will.

Coupled with this, in my younger days, I may have been able to burn the candle at both ends (and occasionally in the middle) and get away with it, but I cannot get away with it now.

Of course, it is good to be serious and committed to whatever tasks life presents us with, and even more so when we see that work as important.

Apart from his courage and his incredible oratory and leadership gifts, the Rev. Martin Luther King, was an incredibly hard worker.

As well as the remarkable external pressures he faced, those that knew him best suspected that he was also very internally driven and had that workaholic nature.

But, although, to a degree, I sympathise, I do not see that as a badge of honour.

In 71 of the Psalms, we come across the mysterious Hebrew word ‘Selah’.

It is one of the few words in the Bible, that has not been translated into its English equivalent, and this is partly because although there are several theories, nobody really knows what it means.

My favourite suggestion though, is that it is a musical term, meaning to pause, rest and reflect.

I probably need to do that more often.

If we are not good at stopping and pausing ourselves, every now and then in life, something may happen to enforce it.

This could be an illness, or an unexpected redundancy, or a global pandemic.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe this virus is good, or in any way from God, and I am aware that a percentage of our nation are now busier or under more pressure than they ever have been.

But for others, this time may be an opportunity to pause, rest and reflect, so we might as well use it.

 

An Ode To Rest

I was going to write
Something inspiring
Something that will encourage people
To value rest
And then I thought
No
I’ll go downstairs
And watch Masterchef instead

 

Chris Matthewman – Minister Kislingbury & Upton Baptist Church

Perhaps the strangest day of my 4-day hike along the St Cuthbert’s Way pilgrimage trail, that I undertook in 2016, was the third day.

Alongside, the whole of the suggested route from Kirk Yetholm, to Wooler, I saw only man, in a tractor and spoke to, precisely no-one.

I certainly remember it as the longest and physically hardest days of the trek.

Or perhaps, it just felt like it!

Before and whilst working for Oxfordshire loneliness charity The Archway Foundation, I began to research the effects that loneliness and isolation can have on a person.

I entirely expected there to be some very mental and emotional harm that resulted from feelings of loneliness.

What was much more unexpected to me was the research around the impacts that loneliness can have on our physical condition.

I won’t go into details here, but the impacts were real and significant.

Of course, it is possible for a person to still feel lonely, when they are surrounded by people, but nevertheless, I am concerned both for the church and for the communities we are a part of, what effect the current state of affairs may have on individuals.

I have occasionally heard people say, or more often sing words along the lines of ‘all they need is God’. I’m not sure I believe it.

At the beginning of the story it says that; “It is not good for man to be alone”.

Even God is happy to admit, that God alone is not enough.

In Psalm 25, attributed to David, prays for relief for relief from feelings of loneliness.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
17 Relieve the troubles of my heart and free me from my anguish.

And in Psalm 68 we read that;
Psalm 68:5 God sets the lonely in families.

But I am of the view that God does not do much on this earth without human cooperation, and if God does desire to set the lonely in families, I believe that will manifest through the actions of people like you and I.

Martin Luther King said that; “Everybody can be great, because greatness is determined by service.”

I know of many folks in our church, who are making real efforts to love, support and serve family, friends and folk in the church and community. Of course, nobody can serve everybody, but everybody can serve somebody. If you are struggling, please let us know, and if you are doing OK, may God help us, lead us and guide us, not only in the lifesaving work of battling the virus, but in the potentially lifesaving work of supporting those who are isolated and alone.

 

Bridge the Gaps

Let’s be warm
Let’s attract
Move towards
Don’t hold back
Open doors
Welcome mats
Break down walls
Bridge the gaps

Go on tour
Make some tracks
Say bonjour
Doff your cap
Let’s explore
Off the map
Who’s on board?
Bridge the gaps

Share your thoughts
Share your plans
Listen more
Understand
No more war
Far more chats
Time to talk
Bridge the gaps

Love is small
Simple acts
Mow their lawn
Feed their cats
Build rapport
Interact
Make the call
Bridge the gaps

Let’s be raw
Let’s be frank
Need support?
Take a hand
Take a walk
Drop the mask
Life is short
Bridge the gaps

 

Chris Matthewman – Minister Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

Tonight, the members of the British general public have been asked to take part in a nationwide show of appreciation for the staff of our National Health Service.

The organisers of the “Clap for our Carers” initiative have planned a round of applause as a display of gratitude to doctors, nurses and all those tackling the COVID-19 outbreak.

I am very glad that I live in a country with a functioning health service and I am grateful for the care and the assistance that I have received when I have required it.

Although, of course, it an imperfect system, operated by imperfect people, I am sure that most of the country could say that they have been supported, in one way or another by the NHS, over the years, and for that they are thankful.

So, why the big show of appreciation, now.

Perhaps, it is like Martin Luther King, says; “Only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars”.

Maybe it is in life’s bleakest chapters that the courageous and the noble and the selfless and the lovely things become more apparent.

If any of you have ever been underground, or caving, or something of that ilk, you may have experienced the feeling of being in the pitch black. There is a thick darkness that can seem oppressive and tangible and genuinely quite scary.

I’m not especially afraid of the dark, but in those moments, you are grateful for any light.

Of course, in the Biblical cultures, and particularly in the more rural communities there was nothing much in the way of streetlights.

Perhaps, the rarity of it made it more precious to them and appreciated. Perhaps, this is why light is sometimes used as a metaphor for God.

Because when we are in our darkest, most difficult and most dangerous situations, are the things that bring us comfort and help most valued.

One of my favourite Psalms, is the 27th, and it touches on these themes.
1 The Lord is my light and my salvation — whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid?
2 When the wicked advance against me to devour me, it is my enemies and my foes who will stumble and fall.
3 Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be confident.
4 One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.
5 For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred ten and set me high upon a rock.

 

It’s Only When It’s Dark You See The Stars

I know that I don’t have to be afraid
As long as I have you to light my way.
When times gets hard, you find who your friends are
It’s only when it’s dark you see the stars.

And though I fight to keep the wolves at bay
I’ll be alright. With you I feel safe
What should I fear? You’ve walked with me this far
It’s only when it’s dark you see the stars

And though it’s true, we have seen better days
To me, it seems you’re never far away
I’m looking up, even through prison bars
It’s only when it’s dark you see the stars

 

Chris Matthewman – Minister Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

One of the sure signs that I am getting older, is that when I am on holiday, I quite like to visit churches, cathedrals and monasteries.

In 2019, whilst on holiday in North Macedonia, I visited quite a lot of them. But, perhaps the most extraordinary of all was the church of St Michael the Archangel in a village called Radozhda

It was a church,

In a cave,

Up a cliff.

They had clearly not given much thought to disabled access, and the seating was rather uncomfortable. However, the views were fab, and I was impressed to hear how the church had been a literal refuge for the village during times of war.

Symbolic, I think.

Throughout the history of what we could broadly call Christianity, there have been, various saints, monks, nuns, and hermits that chose to live very solitary and secluded lifestyles in order to focus on seeking God. Personally, I am of the view that, on the whole, ‘it is not good for man to be alone’ and I find it hard to reconcile an isolationist life, with what seems to be the very social nature of Jesus.

But even Jesus, had his wilderness and I do think there’s a time and place in life, for taking time and space to seek refuge in God.

The strangeness of the current situation may mean that there are some people who are having to be alone far more than they would like to, whilst some who are having to spend time with others far more than they would choose.

Alongside this, I have no doubt that there will be those who during the coming weeks and months will feel like they’re going to need God’s presence and protection more than ever.

The first half of Psalm 61 reads:
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.

As I have been studying the life of civil rights leader and pastor, Martin Luther King, what has become increasingly obvious to me, is the tremendous sense of pressure that he often felt under. Writing on the importance of prayer to her husband, Coretta Scott King says:

“For my husband, Martin Luther King, Jr. prayer was a daily source of courage and strength that gave him the ability to carry on in even the darkest hours of our struggle”.

What I think many of us may want, or need to do, amidst the burdens and battles of the coming weeks, is to try to find our own ways and means of climbing to God’s cliffside cave.

 

Refuge

There’s a refuge
Come inside
When you’re deluged
From all sides
When your fears
Have taken hold
There’s a refuge
For your soul

There’s a shelter
Come inside
You’ll be welcome
For the night
When conditions
Leave you cold
There’s a shelter
For your soul

There’s a haven
Come inside
You’ll be safe there
From the fight
When the battle
Takes its toll
There’s a haven
For your soul

 

Chris Matthewman – Minister Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

There is no map for the terrain that we are currently in.

In 2016, I walked an ancient pilgrimage route called St Cuthbert’s Way. It’s a 100km trek from Melrose Abbey that runs along the Scottish Borders across to Holy Island and the Lindisfarne nature reserve.

Overall, it was a wonderful experience. Some of the scenery along the route was breathtaking, and at the end of the 4-day hike, walking across the sands to Holy Island from the mainland is genuinely exhilarating

My aim had always been to complete this walk in 4 days, but in order to do that, I knew that I had to cover the ground quickly. Alongside that, there were some proper hills and I was carrying a big old rucksack, so at points it was going to feel like hard work.

And indeed, it did.

There will inevitably be times in all our lives, when we feel like life is both wearing and wearying. That, as they say, goes with the terrain.

But, for me, the most difficult aspect of doing a walk like that, is not the physical toll it takes on you, but the mental and emotional toll that comes with the disheartening feeling of being lost.

And indeed, on a couple of occasions, I did get lost.

It’s one thing to work hard, when you know you’re going the right way, it is another thing to be working hard, when you don’t know where you are, or what direction you should be moving in.

I think, this may be a picture of how many people in the world feel right now. Uncertain of where they stand or, the direction the world is taking, or the next steps that they should take.

In Psalm 25, the writer, uses imagery, suggestive of the lost trying to find their way again:
4 Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. 
9 He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way. 
12 Who, then, are those who fear the Lord? He will instruct them in the ways they should choose.

Although I have many faults and flaws, I hope I am not a man too proud to ask for directions.

I pray prayers like verse 4, quite often. I was praying when I’d become disoriented at the end of 10 hours of solid walking on the third day of my pilgrimage hike. I pray for direction now.

Because frankly, when it comes to life, I don’t know what I’m doing, and I think it’s all too easy to wander around the wilderness unnecessarily, or veer off the path into dangerous territory.

In a sermon based on Jesus parable of the lost sheep, Rev. Martin Luther King, speaks of God in the following terms:
“Indeed, he is the Cosmic Shepard that lead us into this pasture of mortal life. He knows that folly by which we wander. He seeks us through pain and peril. And finally, he leads us through the Valley of the Shadow, His lifted rod our guide.”

Although the nature of God, prayer and guidance, are no doubt mysterious, shepherd is what I believe God can be to us, when we are humble, (or desperate) enough to ask.

 

The Lord is my Shepherd

The Lord is my Shepherd
I know He’ll provide
He’ll lead me to blessings
He’s here by my side
My soul he refreshes
My path he will guide
He knows where I’m headed
He’ll keep me supplied

Though I will surely roam
Life’s valleys and hills
I am never alone
I need fear no ill
For his defence is strong
My cup has been filled
And, he will lead me on
‘Til the work is fulfilled
Chris Matthewman – Minister Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

I don’t know exactly where ‘The Valley of The Shadow of Death’ is, but I don’t suppose it attracts a lot of tourism.
Nevertheless, it is somewhere that I think we will all metaphorically visit at some point.

Whatever amount of faith, or kind of faith, (or lack of faith), a person may have, I do not believe that it is possible for that faith to permanently insulate them from the painful realities of existence.

But then, perhaps that’s not the purpose of faith.

In the same way that light is most appreciated and noticeable in darkness, perhaps it is in our most difficult of days, that a faith becomes more useful and necessary and real.

They say, ‘You know who your friends are in a crisis’.

And if asked about it, I would say that my faith is not in a religion, or in a set of ideas, or in an ancient book.

My faith is ultimately, in a friend and guide

In 2014, when my wife and I climbed Mount Toubkal in Morocco, we rather wisely hired the services of a local guide named Hassan. He was one of the many chaps that earned their living taking climbers and trekkers up and down the mountain, and he had the look of a man, who had clearly spent a lot of time outdoors in all weathers.
Hassan was good company, his manner was lovely, he was patient with us (despite our slow pace and relative lack of fitness compared to most of the other climbers we met), and his experience, knowledge of the terrain and local savvy, made him a very reassuring presence indeed. By the end of this rather intense trip, it felt like we had made a new friend.

There are some journeys, you don’t want to take alone, and for many in the western world, it feels like we have not been this way before. Perhaps now, more than ever, we need a guide.

The authorship of the famous 23rd Psalm, is attributed to King David, who in his earlier days would have walked the Judean hills and mountains as a shepherd himself. The Psalm begins;

Psalm 23 v 1-4
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters.
He refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Here David portrays God as a Shepherd to his flock. One that offers guidance. One that offers provision. One that offers protection. We could all do with a bit of that, right now.

But, here also is the idea that we cannot avoid dark valleys. We just won’t be alone in them.

In a sermon given by Martin Luther King to a church in Atlanta in 1967, he encourages the congregation with these words; “Don’t ever think you’re by yourself, go on (to jail if necessary), but you never go alone. Take a stand for what is right, and the world may misunderstand you and criticise you, but you never go alone”.
Amen to that, Dr King.

 

Guide

I have a friend and guide
Through each stage of the tour
They know this mountain side
They’ve been this way before
On them I have relied
In all that’s gone before
They’re always alongside
And so, I feel secure

Down rocky paths, I’ve tried
To keep my footing sure
But when I slip and slide
He lifts me from the floor
He’ll keep me well supplied
He knows what is in store
He bids my fears subside
And says take one step more

I know I have a guide
He keeps me going forwards
Though sometimes I get tired
He sees my soul’s restored
And though I’ve not arrived
At heights I head towards
Forgetting what’s behind
I’ll face the unexplored

In 2014, I had the opportunity to climb Mount Toubkal, which is in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco and the highest peak in North Africa at 4,167 metres tall (13,671 feet).

Although, this may sound impressive, and it probably was one of the most physically challenging things that I have ever done, it is a climb that could probably be done by many people of slightly above average fitness.
Nevertheless, there was a couple of moments where I thought to myself; ‘If I slip right now, I could be dead’. Indeed, fatalities do happen there.

But, during those moments, I could not go back. It would not have been helpful to panic, remain frozen in fear, or let my mind race to what slipping could mean for me and my family, however real the danger of was. The best bet at the time, was to keep calm and carry on.

Although scholars are uncertain of the author of Psalm 121, or the exact circumstances that led them to writing this, it was no doubt composed by someone familiar with the tough and treacherous terrain of the Judean hills and mountains. They write:

Psalm 121 v 1-8
I lift up my eyes to the mountains — where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip — he who watches over you will not slumber.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you — the Lord is your shade at your right hand.
The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm — he will watch over your life.
The Lord will watch over your coming and going, both now and forevermore.

If you can believe these words and sentiments are true for you, right now, then there is much comfort and confidence that can be drawn from them. The author believes that he is not at all alone, or helpless in life, but can look to God, to watch over, to protect, and to guide his feet.

I have become very much inspired by the life, example and encouragement of Rev. Martin Luther King Jr, a man whose calling and vocation put both him and his family in the line of fire. After receiving a telephone threat against his life on the evening of Friday 27, 1956, King sat on a chair by his kitchen table and prayed. In his book ‘Stride Toward Freedom’, he writes:

‘The words I spoke to God that midnight are still vivid in my memory. “I am here taking a stand for what I believe is right. But now I am afraid… I have nothing left. I’ve come to the point where I can’t face it alone.” At that moment, I experienced the presence of the Divine as I had never experienced God before… Almost at once my fears began to go. My uncertainty disappeared. I was ready to face anything.”’

Three days after this, his house was bombed and his family narrowly escaped harm. King would later write; “Strangely enough, I accepted the word of the bombing calmly. My religious experience a few nights before had given me the strength to face it.”

The danger to King was not imaginary, and neither was his fears, but neither was his faith.

I believe that the peace, hope and confidence experienced by King and expressed by the Psalmist can also be known by us, in the midst of troubling times.

It is my prayer for all of us, that as we choose to lift our eyes, this would be our experience.

 

Lift My Eyes

I look around, then lift my eyes
Above the mountains, it’s the skies.
My help is found, in its supplies
In all heaven’s store

When threat surrounds, it strips my pride
Upon this ground, we slip and slide
May hands reach down to grip and guide
And lift us from the floor

 

Chris Matthewman – Minister of Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

In the iconic final speech given by Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, in Memphis in 1968, it is apparent that he is aware of the very real threat to his life.

However, remarkably, his focus seemed elsewhere. Towards the end of the speech, he states;

“We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over”.

I love the mountains. Beautiful, ancient. awe-Inspiring and yet clealry dangerous places, mountains seemed to be a motif that ran through many of Dr. King’s talks.

Of course, as a Baptist minister, Dr. King would have been very familiar with the poetry, prayers and song lyrics of The Psalms, which often reference mountains, landscapes, and nature as metaphors.

Far from being just songs of praise, The Psalms, (written over several centuries and often in times of great trouble), express deep anger, doubt, fear, and confusion, alongside the words of hope, longing, gratitude, and faith. Often, there is a combination of several of these emotions in the same piece. Psalm 55 is an interesting example of this.

Towards the beginning of the piece, the author writes;
Psalm 55: 4-8
“My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen on me. Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. 

I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.

I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”

Yet, later in the Psalm, he is stating with confidence;
Psalm 55: 16-18
“As for me, I call to God, and the LORD saves me. Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice. He rescues me unharmed from the battle waged against me,”

Real fear, real doubt, real confusion, real hope, real gratitude and real faith in the same day.

This may be ringing bells with some of you. These are all themes that have resonated with me.

And so, drawing from the Psalms, metaphors of mountain, journey, and landscape, and the work of Dr. Martin Luther King, over the next 30 days I will be putting out a collection of some of my own ponderings, prayers and poems.

You may like some of them or you may not. You may find some of them useful or you may not.

But my goal is that for some folk at least, they may provide encouragement, engage thought and conversation, or entertain in some brief way.

 

Life Is A Mountain

Life is a mountain
We take it in stages
Paths winds around it
The scenery changes
Friends I now count on
I once saw as strangers
Beauty, astounding
It’s equalled by dangers
Still working it out
Exploring its ranges
At times, brings us down
At times, it amazes
Through wonder and doubt
(We go through these phases)
Its lessons profound
They’re not always painless.

Chris Matthewman – Minister of Kislingbury & Upton Community Church

As you would expect, we are we continuing to keep an eye on the advice from the government and the BU, and although there will be a Sunday Service as normal tomorrow, I am concerned about the well-being of folk in the congregation and those that are connected to us. With that in mind;

– We will not meet for refreshments at the end of the service tomorrow.

– We are asking that for tomorrow, could parents provide youngsters with their own snacks and drinks

– We should try to keep physical contact to the absolute minimum, and try to give people a bit more physical space than usual.

– We will not pass round the offering bag, but invite those that would like to, to place their offering into a box that I will place at the side…

– Of course, we will also need to make decisions about upcoming Sundays, prayer groups, small groups., tots groups, etc. and we will aim, to do that sooner, rather than later, as best as we can.

I am understandably somewhat cautious about the folk in our congregation that could be in a ‘vulnerable’ category and because of this would prefer to err on the side of caution in these unprecedented times. Having said that, loneliness and isolation can also have an impact on a person’s health, and so perhaps there may be a place for friends and folks from the church continuing to visit or gather in smaller numbers, go for walks etc..

However, I think it is now wise and good to look at some different ways that we can be and do church, in the weeks and possibly months ahead.

We will also be having a shorter talk and an extended time of prayer this week in response to the current situation. Please also pray, and feel free to offer your own thoughts on this topic, by call, text, or email.

If any of you need anything, during the coming days, weeks, etc, then please do let us know.

God bless.

Chris

Chris Matthewman
Minister – Kislingbury & Upton Community Church