Post by JEM on Nov 7, 2007 2:23:30 GMT
REMEMBER, REMEMBER
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the text of a talk given at Saffron Walden Salvation Army Corps CAMEO CLUB
to an audience of 25 on Tuesday November 6th 2007
CAMEO stands for Come And Meet Every One
November teems with memories
November 1st is ALL SAINTS DAY
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a day of celebration of all the world-wide church in every age until now for all who are Christians, have been “called to be saints” and “saints” was the word Paul used for Christians.
November 5th Bonfire Night. Guy Fawkes Day
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Remember, Remember the 5th of November
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
commemorating the event in 1605 of the uncovering of the plot to assassinate the King, and the members of both Houses of Parliament
and to replace a Protestant Monarch with a Catholic one
November 6th here in Saffron Walden my home town commemorates
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November 6th 237 years ago the first worship services were held in the Baptist Meeting House in Baileys Lane, now Audley Road.
Creating the 5th congregation of Christians in this town and still going strong today.
It’s present Minister, whose birthday falls upon this day. is Simon Mattholie. Chairman of churches Together in Saffron Walden.
November 11th REMEMBRANCE DAY
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This is Armistice Day when at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11 month in year 1918 a divided Europe stopped firing at each other and brought the Great War to an end. and the day they chose was St Martin’s Day . St Martin of Tours - Patron Saint of soldiers, cavalry and beggars AD 316-397 at th end of that war there were millions of soldiers in uniform and dead, thousands of cavalry involved, and millions of refugees begging
On and about Nov 11th we join in saying
They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old
Age shall not wither them nor the years condemn
at the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Then for the next 12 months we forget, but the Royal British Legion remember and the Commonwealth War Graves Commission do not forget, at the huge memorials and the vast military cemeteries on the continent in France and Belgium each day at sunrise and sunset the bugles call and the dead are remembered.
We remember to the phrase some of the soldiers used
Tell them at home, For your tomorrow we gave out today
In the turbulent years before the Great War and 1917 revolution in Russia and before the GREAT WAR a young aristocratic woman ( later to become Mother Barbara, abbess of the Russian Church of St Mary Magdalene on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem) with her father used to visit Bishop Aristocoli in the Kremlin .
He prophesied many things about the end times in Europe, in England and in Russia. He foretold that Europe would be laid waste and Germany be divided in two. That England would lose her empire and colonies, and be on the verge of collapse but be saved in the last hours by praying women.
Then he prophesied that England would have a Queen and she will be very good, and she must be prayed for. It will be very difficult for her and she will weep a lot.
An evil will shortly take over Russia and where ever this evil comes rivers of blood will flow. It is not of the Russian soul. But it is a spirit from Hell ( This was fulfilled as Communism. Marx, Lenin, Stalin,)
Finally Russia will be free and out of Russia believers will go forth and turn many nations to God. From the earliest centuries we have heard prophecies that rays of Gospel light will come from the east The light over the whole world will be from Russia, who suffered more than anybody. Russia will be completely reborn!”.
The largest churches in Europe today are in Ukraine, where the capital Kiev was originally the capital of Russia and they now have a free democratic republic, and in recent weeks the General Election of 2007 has brought to power a government which is looking westwards and hopes to join the European Union.
So this prophecy is being literally fulfilled from 10 years ago in 1997 Revival has begun and is widening across the land of Russia, and in Russia’s former Soviet satellite territories There are churches where there were none before even in Mongolia where there is a string of Baptist churches.
I was at a house Group a few days ago when we were asked what we had wanted to become when we were children, and had we done so. Some folk had and some had not
One man in our group wanted to become a chef but he did work experience in a restaurant and was put to cleaning equipment , washing up, peeling potatoes, slicing up onions and coping with flies. Maggots and thingyroaches So he became a lorry driver
A woman who had no real choice finished up in the employ of Adams and Land and said it was like going back into the world of thingyens
To begin with she was used as a skivvy, and she had to go out down the road every morning and afternoon to bring in the tea, cups of tea on a tray from a lady who made it and woe betide if she spilt any, and on one day the lady was on holiday she had to make the tea and she had never made tea in her life.
She failed to use a strainer so the tea had lots of tea leaves in it and she ran and hid in the toilet out of shame and embarrassment
If she made a mistake in her work she was wrapped over the knuckles with a ruler
The day she started there coincided with the death of the senior partner and she had to answer the phone and if people wanted to speak to him she said “ You can’t he’s dead” Well know one had had time to teach her a telephone manner sop she went straight to the point.
She used later to have to type up documents and the overseer would hold them up to the light to see if she had rubbed anything out and if so the whole document had to be destroyed and she had to type it again, and she used to have to take all the in-town mail out and deliver it so they saved lot on postage, and then she had a Christmas bonus a voucher for 7 shillings and sixpence to take to Cresswell’s the chemist in Market Hill to buy soap or scent, 37½p
A few weeks ago I attended a funeral, and a smiling moustached tubby fellow about 5ft 6 came across and shook me by the hand, I’d not a clue who he was, and he said “How are you John, the last time we met we were children and we played together and you wanted to be a museum curator, did you make it.”
It was Brian the evacuee who was billeted in the house next to us during the Second World War who I had not seen for about 50 years. I thought he lived up North. He does at a place called Littlebury.
That made me remember. In the family cottage kitchen under the window was a table in hinged to the wall to fold down and that was where me and my brother played with our soldiers, farm yard, garage etc ,
To the left of that was the Toy cupboard and by the time I went to grammar school the toys were given away and I had a museum of various old junk, sea urchin shells, fossils, a wrought iron image of Charles thingyens, a medal of the reign of George the Third, old coins, old documents and probably my matchbox labels collection and my stamp album.
My reply to Brian was “Well now, No, but I have become an archivist for 3 organisations, a researcher and a writer of history, so I suppose that counts. .
I recall returning to school 10 months after I Ieft to take some exams again and I remember telling one of my best friends Roger who was then in the 6th form that I was going to become a missionary.
A missionary is one who is sent. To share the message with other people. Well the farthest my legs have carried me is the Isle of Wight, the Isle of Man and the Scilly Isles.
But I have reached out a lot farther, across the great plains of Russia, to the cities of Kazakstan and Uzbechistan, to the Far East to Tokyo and Seoul , To the Falklands, Fiji and Hawaii. Across most of the countries of Europe and a lot of Africa, by post, by radio, by television, and by the Internet and I’ve had lots of invitations too, to Sri Lanka, North Tripura, Jerusalem, Ghana, and last week to Ukraine.
Lots of memories. Lots of people. and last month I had a letter marked THE MISSIONARY, 35 Four Acres, from a Christian Resource Centre in Malawi, so someone reckons I am a missionary.
We all are if we GO, TAKE and SHARE the Good News of Jesus with someone else. What ever way we do it.
================
the text of a talk given at Saffron Walden Salvation Army Corps CAMEO CLUB
to an audience of 25 on Tuesday November 6th 2007
CAMEO stands for Come And Meet Every One
November teems with memories
November 1st is ALL SAINTS DAY
####################
a day of celebration of all the world-wide church in every age until now for all who are Christians, have been “called to be saints” and “saints” was the word Paul used for Christians.
November 5th Bonfire Night. Guy Fawkes Day
#############################
Remember, Remember the 5th of November
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
commemorating the event in 1605 of the uncovering of the plot to assassinate the King, and the members of both Houses of Parliament
and to replace a Protestant Monarch with a Catholic one
November 6th here in Saffron Walden my home town commemorates
##################################
November 6th 237 years ago the first worship services were held in the Baptist Meeting House in Baileys Lane, now Audley Road.
Creating the 5th congregation of Christians in this town and still going strong today.
It’s present Minister, whose birthday falls upon this day. is Simon Mattholie. Chairman of churches Together in Saffron Walden.
November 11th REMEMBRANCE DAY
######################
This is Armistice Day when at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11 month in year 1918 a divided Europe stopped firing at each other and brought the Great War to an end. and the day they chose was St Martin’s Day . St Martin of Tours - Patron Saint of soldiers, cavalry and beggars AD 316-397 at th end of that war there were millions of soldiers in uniform and dead, thousands of cavalry involved, and millions of refugees begging
On and about Nov 11th we join in saying
They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old
Age shall not wither them nor the years condemn
at the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Then for the next 12 months we forget, but the Royal British Legion remember and the Commonwealth War Graves Commission do not forget, at the huge memorials and the vast military cemeteries on the continent in France and Belgium each day at sunrise and sunset the bugles call and the dead are remembered.
We remember to the phrase some of the soldiers used
Tell them at home, For your tomorrow we gave out today
In the turbulent years before the Great War and 1917 revolution in Russia and before the GREAT WAR a young aristocratic woman ( later to become Mother Barbara, abbess of the Russian Church of St Mary Magdalene on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem) with her father used to visit Bishop Aristocoli in the Kremlin .
He prophesied many things about the end times in Europe, in England and in Russia. He foretold that Europe would be laid waste and Germany be divided in two. That England would lose her empire and colonies, and be on the verge of collapse but be saved in the last hours by praying women.
Then he prophesied that England would have a Queen and she will be very good, and she must be prayed for. It will be very difficult for her and she will weep a lot.
An evil will shortly take over Russia and where ever this evil comes rivers of blood will flow. It is not of the Russian soul. But it is a spirit from Hell ( This was fulfilled as Communism. Marx, Lenin, Stalin,)
Finally Russia will be free and out of Russia believers will go forth and turn many nations to God. From the earliest centuries we have heard prophecies that rays of Gospel light will come from the east The light over the whole world will be from Russia, who suffered more than anybody. Russia will be completely reborn!”.
The largest churches in Europe today are in Ukraine, where the capital Kiev was originally the capital of Russia and they now have a free democratic republic, and in recent weeks the General Election of 2007 has brought to power a government which is looking westwards and hopes to join the European Union.
So this prophecy is being literally fulfilled from 10 years ago in 1997 Revival has begun and is widening across the land of Russia, and in Russia’s former Soviet satellite territories There are churches where there were none before even in Mongolia where there is a string of Baptist churches.
I was at a house Group a few days ago when we were asked what we had wanted to become when we were children, and had we done so. Some folk had and some had not
One man in our group wanted to become a chef but he did work experience in a restaurant and was put to cleaning equipment , washing up, peeling potatoes, slicing up onions and coping with flies. Maggots and thingyroaches So he became a lorry driver
A woman who had no real choice finished up in the employ of Adams and Land and said it was like going back into the world of thingyens
To begin with she was used as a skivvy, and she had to go out down the road every morning and afternoon to bring in the tea, cups of tea on a tray from a lady who made it and woe betide if she spilt any, and on one day the lady was on holiday she had to make the tea and she had never made tea in her life.
She failed to use a strainer so the tea had lots of tea leaves in it and she ran and hid in the toilet out of shame and embarrassment
If she made a mistake in her work she was wrapped over the knuckles with a ruler
The day she started there coincided with the death of the senior partner and she had to answer the phone and if people wanted to speak to him she said “ You can’t he’s dead” Well know one had had time to teach her a telephone manner sop she went straight to the point.
She used later to have to type up documents and the overseer would hold them up to the light to see if she had rubbed anything out and if so the whole document had to be destroyed and she had to type it again, and she used to have to take all the in-town mail out and deliver it so they saved lot on postage, and then she had a Christmas bonus a voucher for 7 shillings and sixpence to take to Cresswell’s the chemist in Market Hill to buy soap or scent, 37½p
A few weeks ago I attended a funeral, and a smiling moustached tubby fellow about 5ft 6 came across and shook me by the hand, I’d not a clue who he was, and he said “How are you John, the last time we met we were children and we played together and you wanted to be a museum curator, did you make it.”
It was Brian the evacuee who was billeted in the house next to us during the Second World War who I had not seen for about 50 years. I thought he lived up North. He does at a place called Littlebury.
That made me remember. In the family cottage kitchen under the window was a table in hinged to the wall to fold down and that was where me and my brother played with our soldiers, farm yard, garage etc ,
To the left of that was the Toy cupboard and by the time I went to grammar school the toys were given away and I had a museum of various old junk, sea urchin shells, fossils, a wrought iron image of Charles thingyens, a medal of the reign of George the Third, old coins, old documents and probably my matchbox labels collection and my stamp album.
My reply to Brian was “Well now, No, but I have become an archivist for 3 organisations, a researcher and a writer of history, so I suppose that counts. .
I recall returning to school 10 months after I Ieft to take some exams again and I remember telling one of my best friends Roger who was then in the 6th form that I was going to become a missionary.
A missionary is one who is sent. To share the message with other people. Well the farthest my legs have carried me is the Isle of Wight, the Isle of Man and the Scilly Isles.
But I have reached out a lot farther, across the great plains of Russia, to the cities of Kazakstan and Uzbechistan, to the Far East to Tokyo and Seoul , To the Falklands, Fiji and Hawaii. Across most of the countries of Europe and a lot of Africa, by post, by radio, by television, and by the Internet and I’ve had lots of invitations too, to Sri Lanka, North Tripura, Jerusalem, Ghana, and last week to Ukraine.
Lots of memories. Lots of people. and last month I had a letter marked THE MISSIONARY, 35 Four Acres, from a Christian Resource Centre in Malawi, so someone reckons I am a missionary.
We all are if we GO, TAKE and SHARE the Good News of Jesus with someone else. What ever way we do it.