Last night we had a Ladies Choir Evening with the Pontyclun Ladies Choir at Eb and from what I’ve heard it was a really enjoyable evening. I hope to have a post from someone who attended later.
All this week invitations to the Christmas services are being delivered to every home in Talbot Green (hopefully).
Friday evening we’re at the local Tesco Store singing carols, giving out mince pies and invitations to the Sunday services. Every little helps (sorry).
Saturday morning is the Men’s Breakfast at Eb with food lovingly prepared by our top chefs cooked by some of the guys in the church, followed by a talk and a game of football.
Sunday morning we have a Nativity Play with a difference; the world premiere of an exciting new play a series of old jokes thrown together and performed by the children and young people.
Sunday evening we have Carols by Candlelight, possibly the best attended service of the year.
Wednesday evening some of us are going into Parc Prison for the carol service for vulnerable prisoners in which we are leading the music.
On Christmas Day we have a morning service. This is very relaxed with the children bringing their new toys and if recent years are anything to go by, firing them at the speaker and I’m not referring to the sound system.
On Sunday 27th, normal services in the morning, 9.45 & 11.00, with no evening service.
We can approach the schedule with confidence for we know that when we truly proclaim Christ, we can count on the power of the Holy Spirit. Pray that the Lord will bless and use these things for his glory.
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee;
Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Frances R. Havergal
When these events are over, many will be looking forward to a well earned rest.