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2016
> The Hope of Christmas
> COMPASSION BREAKS DOWN BARRIERS

2015
> Northern Presbytery Moderator Christmas letter
> ANZAC DAWN REFLECTION
> Freedom of Speech or License to Stereotype?

2014
> Advent Hope and Interns
> 200 Years of New Zealand Christmas
> Prayer of the General Assembly 2014
> The Legal High Trade
> REFLECTION ON A JOURNEY
> Giving up for Lent - A Challenge from our Children

2013
> Christmas in the Graveyard
> FAREWELLS
> Mrs Hunters' Tea Party [Hunters Corner named ]
> PERSPECTIVE
> RISKS - HELP US GROW IN FAITH
> EMBRACING DIFFERENCE
> DOING OUR WORK
> 150years – We are part of this community

2012
> The Gift of Many People - Seven Years On.
> The Golden Rule - Don’t Do or Do?
> WATER, WIND and FIRE
> COUNCIL FOR WORLD MISSION at ST JOHNS
> Signs of Spring
> YOUNG, MESSED UP AND ON THE GAME
> REAL WORLD - AND THE HUNGER GAMES
> The Journey to the Cross - An Easter meditation
> Can Jesus Heal Cancer
> CHRISTIAN HERITAGE in PAPATOETOE

2011
> LIGHT ON THE HILL
> LOOKING FORWARD
> GOOD WORDS
> ALCOPOPS and EXCESS DRINKING
> COMPASSION in ACTION
> Christchurch Reports
> Shattered Illusions, Faithful journeys.
> EARTHQUAKE
> The Windows, Images of Faith - Opening Day

2010
> THE CITY CAN NEVER BE THE SAME
> "The Hope that Comes from Faith"
> SPARKING SPARKIES
> ADVERTISING A NON-GOD!

2009
> PRAYING FOR THE COMMUNITY
> DATES THAT COULD DESTROY
> MERCY, JUSTICE AND LIVING IN GOD'S WORLD
> Warmth in the Frost
> GENEROUS GIVING
> Hunter's Corner - A Dilemma of Publiic Space.
> Easter customs to tell the Story
> Our Mother Tongue God is too Small
> Tragedy at Fox Glacier

2008
> THE BIRTH STORIES OF JESUS
> CONNECTING WITH - FAMILIES IN OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD
> WELL If you want it Quiet ......
> Finding Pearls
> Of Winter fuel and things
> Disaster and Relief Work
> Prayer on hearing the News
> Conflict of Interest
> Practical Christian in the community.
> Who are these Christians?

2007
> We still keep singing the Christmas carols
> Getting our pirorities
> Travelling
> Spring flowers shout that life is not dead.!
> Focusing on the task
> Change
> Real Families
> Water - Source of conflict
> Prayer

2006
> Violence and Children
> Faith and Reason
> PEACETIME AND HOPE
> Playdough and PC
> Violence to Children
> Climbing Everest
> Celebrating the Good things
> THE GNOSTIC GOSPEL OF JUDAS
> Focusing on the Essential
> Living with other Faiths
> SuperVolcanoes and other worrying things

2005
> Advent - Saving the Earth Saving its Peoples
> Halloween - The time of the Saints
> Responding to Terror
> Time of Winter
> Noah - a Story of Conservation
> Off the Tracks
> Moving On and Looking Back
> Tsunami Prayers

2004
> Upside Down Christmas
> From Assembly - Dean Drayton address
> In the Community
> Weaving together the threads
> 150 years of History revisited
> July - Faithfulness
> Getting 150 years in perspective -
> Passion -The Film
> Letter From Niue

2003
> Christmas hope
> Maintenance and Mission
> Annual reports June 2002- June 2003
> Who will come to the Party?
> Time to Change
> Unity is Strength
> Prostitution Laws
> Gone Fishing


Minister's Minutes
September 2006

PEACETIME AND HOPE

Dear Everyone
A friend drove us through the upmarket area by the docks in Belfast, where new low rise apartments sold for over Є 1,000,000. The sun shone on the river and a lone friendly looking policeman was walking along the road. “No one would have believed the police would ever walk here a few years ago” he said. The army hardly dared come here, it was dangerous even to drive here”
What looked impossible a few years before had happened. Where lives had been lost and fear had reigned there is peace. We stood at Falls Road looking at the murals, good PR here with pleas for peace in Palestine and pictures of Bobby Sands the MP who had died in a hunger strike.. We walked in Shankill road where the wall, high and topped with razor wire separated neighbours to stop them killing each other. The murals here were of old battles, King William and Oliver Cromwell, symbols of hard won freedoms. The kerbstones painted red, white and blue and the union jack fluttered across the streets.
But the gates between are no longer shut on the curfew, they stand open for all to pass, and they do. Peace has come , in that streets can be walked without fear and the parties are talking even if the politicians are not.. There are scars of course, deeper than a tourist will pick up, its hard to heal and regain trust... We noticed the double special security glass in the windows of an ordinary home, and surveillance cameras, which did not watch for thieves but for the bombs which had been thrown in the night. Our friend had been in the police at the time and he still found it difficult to drive in some places. The bombs had been too close and his house in a leafy peaceful country area had been attacked. A man of deep faith, he gave thanks to God that his family were safe and living in peacetime.
For there is a peace, one we had prayed for across the world, and in that country there were people who cared enough to keep trying and did not lose hope.
..
We saw so many ancient and former battle fields on our travels, so many memories of conflict being preserved, I wonder what we have really learnt?
Meanwhile we passed through the security checks, [unknown terror is a potent force] and I realised that we take peace for granted here, where the sun shines on the waters and the trees are bursting into blossom. Let us not take that gift lightly.
I found a poem by American poet Ann Weems which I though you might like to think about. She wrote this when her country went into Iraq.

On the edge of war, one foot already in,
I no longer pray for peace:
I pray for miracles.
I pray that stone hearts will turn
to tenderheartedness,
and evil intentions will turn to mercifulness,
and all the soldiers already deployed
will be snatched out of harm's way,
and the whole world will be
astounded onto its knees.
I pray that all the "God talk"
will take bones,
and stand up and shed its cloak of faithlessness,
and walk again in its powerful truth.
I pray that the whole world might
sit down together and share its bread and its wine.
Some say there is no hope,
but then I've always applauded the holy fools
who never seem to give up on the scandalousness of our faith:
that we are loved by God......
that we can truly love one another.
I no longer pray for peace:
I pray for miracles.

Ash Wednesday,March 5,2003, Copyright © 2003 by Ann Weems. All rights reserved.
[Ann Weems serves on the National Committee of the Presbyterian Peace Fellowship: She has given permission to share this poem with others]

May God bless you and give you peace


Rev. Margaret Anne Low

 


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