SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENTS & PHOTO PAGE
PHOTOS – SUMMER FAIR 2008
OUR 2008 SUMMER FAIR WAS HELD ON SATURDAY 2nd AUGUST.
As the early birds arrived to start erecting the stalls and attractions the rain poured down for over an hour and some of us started to think the day might be a disaster -- oh, we of little faith! Before the opening at 10.00am, the rain stopped, the sun shone and the fair turned out to be a huge success. Below are just a few random pictures. If anyone has other pictures they would like to share, please send them to photos@stdavidschurchbroomleys.org.uk for possible inclusion here.
The 'Human Fruit Machine' in action.
Bottles Galore
The Prize Draw team waiting for more customers!
Our local MP, David Taylor, trying his luck at 'Square 9' and 'Strike it Lucky'. (On this occasion he WAS lucky and walked away with a prize!)
A couple of pictures of the 'Mawby Putting Range'
Kids of all ages enjoyed the Roundabout .....
... and the Swing Boats.
The 'White Elephant' stalls this year made a record amount - congratulations!
There was the usual great exhibition of paintings supplied by Painting Club members and friends.
The mouth-watering selection of hot lunches and refreshments were, as always, a great hit with the public.
All this ....... and live music from the band too!
Sunday 14th
PHOTOS – SUMMER FAIR 2008
OUR 2008 SUMMER FAIR WAS HELD ON SATURDAY 2nd AUGUST.
As the early birds arrived to start erecting the stalls and attractions the rain poured down for over an hour and some of us started to think the day might be a disaster -- oh, we of little faith! Before the opening at 10.00am, the rain stopped, the sun shone and the fair turned out to be a huge success. Below are just a few random pictures. If anyone has other pictures they would like to share, please send them to photos@stdavidschurchbroomleys.org.uk for possible inclusion here.
The 'Human Fruit Machine' in action.
Bottles Galore
The Prize Draw team waiting for more customers!
Our local MP, David Taylor, trying his luck at 'Square 9' and 'Strike it Lucky'. (On this occasion he WAS lucky and walked away with a prize!)
A couple of pictures of the 'Mawby Putting Range'
Kids of all ages enjoyed the Roundabout .....
... and the Swing Boats.
The 'White Elephant' stalls this year made a record amount - congratulations!
There was the usual great exhibition of paintings supplied by Painting Club members and friends.
The mouth-watering selection of hot lunches and refreshments were, as always, a great hit with the public.
All this ....... and live music from the band too!
All in all a wonderful day for church members and visitors alike.
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A PRAYER FOR ZIMBABWE
Please read the following passage on how we, as Christians, can come together to pray for change in Zimbabwe. Try to make time to pray during one of the times specified – together we CAN make a difference.
DEAR FRIEND,
IN WORLD WAR II WHILE HITLER WAS BRUTALLY TAKING OVER THE WORLD, THERE WAS AN ADVISOR TO CHURCHILL WHO ORGANISED A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO DROPPED WHAT THEY WERE DOING EVERY NIGHT AT A PRESCRIBED TIME FOR JUST ONE MINUTE TO
COLLECTIVELY PRAY FOR THE SAFETY OF ENGLAND, ITS' PEOPLE AND PEACE. THINGS DRASTICALLY CHANGED AND WELL, THE REST IS HISTORY. GOD IS THE ANSWER AND PRAYER IS THE ONLY WAY FOR ZIMBABWE !
IN VIEW OF THE CURRENT STATE OF AFFAIRS IN ZIMBABWE WE ARE ORGANISING A DAILY ONE MINUTE PRAYER TIME AT 8 A.M. OR 1 P.M. OR 8.00 P.M. AT ANY ONE OF THESE TIMES, PLEASE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND SPEND THAT ONE MINUTE PRAYING FOR GOD TO INTERVENE IN THE AFFAIRS OF OUR COUNTRY.
SOMEONE SAID IF CHRISTIANS REALLY UNDERSTOOD THE FULL EXTENT OF THE POWER WE HAVE AVAILABLE THROUGH PRAYER, WE MIGHT BE SPEECHLESS. OUR PRAYERS ARE THE MOST POWERFUL ASSET WE HAVE. TOGETHER. WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. IF YOU KNOW ANY OTHER CHRISTIAN BROTHER AND SISTER WHO WOULD LIKE TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS POWERFUL EXERCISE, PLEASE PASS THIS ALONG.
DEAR FRIEND,
IN WORLD WAR II WHILE HITLER WAS BRUTALLY TAKING OVER THE WORLD, THERE WAS AN ADVISOR TO CHURCHILL WHO ORGANISED A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO DROPPED WHAT THEY WERE DOING EVERY NIGHT AT A PRESCRIBED TIME FOR JUST ONE MINUTE TO
COLLECTIVELY PRAY FOR THE SAFETY OF ENGLAND, ITS' PEOPLE AND PEACE. THINGS DRASTICALLY CHANGED AND WELL, THE REST IS HISTORY. GOD IS THE ANSWER AND PRAYER IS THE ONLY WAY FOR ZIMBABWE !
IN VIEW OF THE CURRENT STATE OF AFFAIRS IN ZIMBABWE WE ARE ORGANISING A DAILY ONE MINUTE PRAYER TIME AT 8 A.M. OR 1 P.M. OR 8.00 P.M. AT ANY ONE OF THESE TIMES, PLEASE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING AND SPEND THAT ONE MINUTE PRAYING FOR GOD TO INTERVENE IN THE AFFAIRS OF OUR COUNTRY.
SOMEONE SAID IF CHRISTIANS REALLY UNDERSTOOD THE FULL EXTENT OF THE POWER WE HAVE AVAILABLE THROUGH PRAYER, WE MIGHT BE SPEECHLESS. OUR PRAYERS ARE THE MOST POWERFUL ASSET WE HAVE. TOGETHER. WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. IF YOU KNOW ANY OTHER CHRISTIAN BROTHER AND SISTER WHO WOULD LIKE TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS POWERFUL EXERCISE, PLEASE PASS THIS ALONG.
THANK YOU,
ZIMBABWE
24-hour Solidarity Vigil
The following is from the Morning Mirror, please try to ensure as many people see it as you can, Many thanks.
Dear World,
I am a 16 year old person living in Zimbabwe . I think the time has come for
a more direct appeal, and so I am writing to you, the world. Maybe, just
maybe, there might be someone out there who can help us... It's tough here
now. The inflation rate is so high that if you don't change money within 6
hours you could get half the amount of foreign currency that you would have
originally received.
We're starving now; people die around us. In the last year alone at least
ten people associated personally with my family have died despite the fact
that they were only middle-aged. Other people don't make it to middle age.
They don't even make it past childhood. Our once-proud nation is on it's
knees. We flee or die. This beautiful, bountiful once-rich land has become a
living hell. We have dealt with it until now; we have made a plan. That was
the Zimbabwean motto: "MAKE A PLAN".
But now we can't make a plan. We're too tired, too broken, too bankrupt. We
can't afford life, and life does not cost much, not really. We cannot afford
to eat, we cannot afford to drink, and we cannot afford to make mistakes,
because if we do we die. We don't have the capital to support ourselves, and
those few who do, have to deal with the horror of watching their friends and
family fall into absolute poverty as they cannot afford to help them.
We're waiting desperately for a great hand to pick us up out of the dirt
because at the moment we are outnumbered by Fate herself, and so we close
our eyes and pray. We have fought for too long, and have been brought to
breaking point. We simply stand, heads down, and bear it. Our spirit has
gone; we are defeated. After a valiant struggle of over fifteen years, we have been broken.
There is no will left, no spirit. Like a horse that has been beaten until it
cannot fight anymore; we are the same, and, like that horse, we stand dusty,
scarred and alone, with dried blood on our sides and lash marks along our
flanks. Our ribs too stand out; our hide is also dull.
Our eyes are glazed, our throats are parched, and our knees struggle to
support us so that we stand with splayed legs to bear the brunt of the next
beating, too dejected even to whimper...
This is my plea. The thought of picking ourselves up again is sickening; one
can only take so many blows before oblivion is reached, and we are
teetering on the rim of the bottomless void. One more push will be the end
of us all...
There must be someone out there who can do something. There must be someone out there who cares! We are a destroyed nation, and the world sits back and watches, pretending they cannot hear our cries. I appeal to you all... HELP US!
A 16 YEAR OLD ZIMBABWEAN
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Dear World,
I am a 16 year old person living in Zimbabwe . I think the time has come for
a more direct appeal, and so I am writing to you, the world. Maybe, just
maybe, there might be someone out there who can help us... It's tough here
now. The inflation rate is so high that if you don't change money within 6
hours you could get half the amount of foreign currency that you would have
originally received.
We're starving now; people die around us. In the last year alone at least
ten people associated personally with my family have died despite the fact
that they were only middle-aged. Other people don't make it to middle age.
They don't even make it past childhood. Our once-proud nation is on it's
knees. We flee or die. This beautiful, bountiful once-rich land has become a
living hell. We have dealt with it until now; we have made a plan. That was
the Zimbabwean motto: "MAKE A PLAN".
But now we can't make a plan. We're too tired, too broken, too bankrupt. We
can't afford life, and life does not cost much, not really. We cannot afford
to eat, we cannot afford to drink, and we cannot afford to make mistakes,
because if we do we die. We don't have the capital to support ourselves, and
those few who do, have to deal with the horror of watching their friends and
family fall into absolute poverty as they cannot afford to help them.
We're waiting desperately for a great hand to pick us up out of the dirt
because at the moment we are outnumbered by Fate herself, and so we close
our eyes and pray. We have fought for too long, and have been brought to
breaking point. We simply stand, heads down, and bear it. Our spirit has
gone; we are defeated. After a valiant struggle of over fifteen years, we have been broken.
There is no will left, no spirit. Like a horse that has been beaten until it
cannot fight anymore; we are the same, and, like that horse, we stand dusty,
scarred and alone, with dried blood on our sides and lash marks along our
flanks. Our ribs too stand out; our hide is also dull.
Our eyes are glazed, our throats are parched, and our knees struggle to
support us so that we stand with splayed legs to bear the brunt of the next
beating, too dejected even to whimper...
This is my plea. The thought of picking ourselves up again is sickening; one
can only take so many blows before oblivion is reached, and we are
teetering on the rim of the bottomless void. One more push will be the end
of us all...
There must be someone out there who can do something. There must be someone out there who cares! We are a destroyed nation, and the world sits back and watches, pretending they cannot hear our cries. I appeal to you all... HELP US!
A 16 YEAR OLD ZIMBABWEAN
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RED CROSS APPEAL FOR MYANMAR (BURMA)
While the crisis in Myanmar shows few signs of improvement, Red Cross relief is getting through.
Please help by donating. There is a jar at the back of the church.
Thank you.
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If you have any photos you think would be of interest to anyone visiting this site, please email them to photos@stdavidschurchbroomleys.org.uk for possible inclusion.
If you have normal prints which you would like to have scanned in, please let Alan Price or Iain Allen have them - they will be safely returned.