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The stories behind the impact.
Join us for a Service of Thanksgiving led by the XLP community, with powerful contributions from young people and speakers including Luke Watson, Natalie Ojevah MBE, Patrick Regan OBE and Bishop Rob Wickham.
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Neither the Roman church nor the C of E believes this
Hi @BBCNews - in your coverage of the King’s visit to the Pope, please would you stop describing the Church of England and the Roman Catholic Church as “two different faiths”? Both are Christian!
"Apart from God, dignity is precarious - hovering in an order of obligation, untethered to an order of being." John Webster 1955-2016
After a 7 year break, it feels like the right time to see @jacobcollier live again, now for for the 5th time. I've needed interluding time to recover. 🌟🎶🎵
"...They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. 'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace. Are they not ashamed of their detestable conduct? No, they have no shame at all, they do not even know how to blush ...
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The deepest sense in which "God cannot be mocked" is the literal one. You simply cannot plumb a deeper depth than God crucified. Everything since has been laughably tame and woefully out of date.
"The canvas of his final judgement is just as big as the canvas of his first creation." - Santhosh Thomas on Zephaniah 1
"My shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wand'ring spirit back
When I forsake his ways;
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace."
Isaac Watts, Ps.23
"We wait in hope for the LORD;
He is our help and our shield.
In Him our hearts rejoice,
For we trust in his holy name.
May your unfailing love be with us LORD, even as we put our hope in you."
- Psalm 33 : 20-22
And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows: a bright
Serpent, A river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.
1/2
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. many People
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.
R.S Thomas (1913-2000)
"Christ died to save us, we have no other way of salvation open to us but through His death, and that it is by faith in Him, and through no merit of ours, that we are reconciled to God."
- The author Lewis Carroll in 1897

















